When I was 13, the world of substance abuse was new to me, but very exciting. I found myself not yearning for the peach shnapps and icehouse as much as smoking weed. I had been turned on to it a months before my 13th birthday, and really enjoyed it the few times that i had experimented.
One day after coming home exceptionally baked (at least by my standards back then), i decided that the wendy’s cheeseburgers that I had purchased were too cold and that i quick run in the microwave would solve my problem. Unfortunately, failling to realize that Wendy’s famous burgers came in foil wrappers would soon escalate my situation. Even worse I would soon be reminded that foil and microwaves makes fire. So I came into my house at what i thought was a furious pace, fired the entire bag into the microwave, and set the timer to 1 minute. About 15 seconds later i heard popping that resembled the noise of a new pickle jar opening. Lots of pickles. The microwave looked like one of a firework shows, so I quickly opened the door and grabbed the flaming bag, firing it at the sink. As the inferno of never frozen patties grew, i sprayed it with the sink hose, extingiushing the danger, and my chance of eating any of the 3 double stacks with cheese i had purchased. Or did I?
Don’t ever let someone tell you that marijuana is a de-motivator, because i succesfully combined the wet remains of the damaged sandwiches to create one seemingly unblemished, semi-soggy double stack (with cheese). If you smoke weed, stay away from arby’s, wendy’s, hardee’s, and big kahuna burger. Let me tell you about the time I set off a sparkler in my bedroom…
adam
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