Not much tbh.

My mom is probably the dumbest story.

See, she was a hippie back when that meant something. But after she married and settled down, she didn't smoke weed for a long time.

I got old enough to know some people, despite not being able to smoke it myself, and she wanted some to kinda relive the old days post-divorce. So I got her a quarter.

Welllll, she decided to roll herself up a fat fucking joint. Nice, right! We're talking a joint of the best hydro in three counties. She then proceeded to smoke the entire fucking thing. It was as thick as a pencil.

She's giggling, and then laughing at everything.

And then it really hits. She crawls to her bed saying "I don't know what to do-hoo-hoo-hoo" because she is so fucking greened out that the whole world is spinning every time she breathes and her rocking chair moves because of it.

She's laying on the bed eventually, and has to keep one foot on the floor because if she doesn't, the world is going to speed up and fly away. So she keeps hitting the brakes with that foot.

There's about an hour of that, mixed in with moans and me trying to keep her calm because every time she makes the mistake of moving, she panics. She didn't want to fly away into space.

I actually called the guy I got it from and asked if he put something in that shit. I'd been around stoners and had never seen anything like that. He asked some questions and eventually started laughing himself because nobody smokes that much of weed that potent and doesn't get their face melted. He explained that one toke would have been plenty, even for regular smokers.

But, yeah, it took her about five hours to get back to the point she could just pass out and sleep for twelve hours.

How the fuck was I supposed to know it was some kind of crazy shit, or that she would react like that?

Now, when she's being twatish, I just ask her if she wants to fly off into space, and she gets all pissed off and splutters