How I Flowers-For-Algernon'ed my tolerance trees

This happened a few months ago, hard to believe it's already been that long.

So I'm chillin' with my bro, rite, and we get the idea of making weed brownies since we had a lot of bud at the time. Greatidea.jpg, and we do the process with baking the bud, cheese cloth, extracting the sweet, sweet butter, and we let it sit for a while in the refrigerator to harden and all that.

So the next day, we decide to make the brownies with the newly acquired cannabutter. My bro says "Alright, we're going to make one batch of brownies with the cannabutter, and one with the regular butter so we can have munchies without going overboard.

So I come back a little later, the brownies are done. I see a pan with half of the brownies frosted and one half not frosted. Dumbass me thinks the frosted half is the one with the cannabutter, and the unfrosted half was the regular ones.

So, I take one little brownie with the frosted, eat that, and then think "That was good, I want another one but without the cannabutter for comparison". So I get FOUR unfrosted ones. FOUR. My fatass gets FOUR. FOUR full-sized brownies, some bigger than the others. I eat them, it tastes fine. I go to bed because I was starting to get tired and pass out.

The next day I wake up, my bro comes in to check on me. I look at the clock and realize I can't even read it, like it looked like alien letters. I thought for a moment I was captured by aliens or something, I stand up, and I go "HEEAURGHH", like almost screaming, like a Sim-witnessing-a-fire freak out. I couldn't even comprehend how high I was. He was high too because, those were some potent brownies, so he starts laughing, and I realize I'm naked because I sleep all-naturale, so I'm just freaking out because I'm so high, flopping my donger around because I was only focused on how high I was at the time, he's laughing his ass off, and his girlfriend is so confused, she's in the other room, she's equally high as he is.

So I laid on the couch outside the bedroom to think about this, and I hear my mates go down to check on my other mate downstairs, and I could hear words slurring. I think she was about as high as I was because she also thought the unfrosted brownies were the okay ones.

Best day of my life. It felt like I went through a rift in time because I was high for DAYS. Of course it tapered off eventually, but damn, time wasn't even a thing. The only reason I knew I was out for days was because when all was said and done, I looked at my browser history and the last entry was several days ago.

Hits weren't the same after that. They just weren't super effective. So although I had the best semi-week ever, I had to wait a month before I could actually get high again. I wasted so much bud taking hits that would bear no fruit.

So, ehh, the morale of the story is be careful when you eat brownies, kids.

Submitted August 10, 2016 at 08:34AM by GnarlyBellyButton87 http://ift.tt/2aKWTYm trees