It is the most boring Saturday of my life. What to do .........what to do.......what to do. Omg ...I have no idea. This is officially the worst day of my life...I really wanna die right now. Wait a minute .....I can visit my friend. They have lots of free expensive alcohol. Do I want to get high?? Yes I do. Yes I do. Yes I do.
I get to my pal's. I sit on Chooch. Chooch is the name of my favourite couch at my friend's house. He is the second softest, most comfortable, sexiest thing that I have ever put my magnificent ass on.
I switch on the television to watch Khloe and Lamar....boooooooriiiing.....yaaaawwwwwnnnn. With Chooch right below my ass, I was totally gonna sleep. He was so comfortable. Just when I wanna close my eyes, I saw Jack Daniels. Jack always takes me to cloud 20 just as I love it. After taking a few sips, I got this extremely genius idea. I think that is the most genius thing that I have ever thought of.
My pal had weed in the house. Making weed pancakes would have been so awesome. That is exactly what my genius brain had thought of. You can come for tips on how to be genius. We made the delicious sweet yummy yum yum pancakes.
Just after we were done, someone very unexpected showed up. The Mrs of the house. Lucky for us, we had returned Jack where we had found him. What are we gonna do to the pancakes?? Should we eat all of them?? Should we hide them in the oven?? Does she know the smell of weed?? Omg ....she is walking towards the kitchen. We have officially been caught. We are in trouble. We are so so dead... even deader. Start saying hallo to your creator. Maybe we were joining him in the next few minutes or seconds...I hope it ain't micro seconds.
She finally got to the kitchen. She always thinks that I am dating the son. At some point, I wanted him so bad but then he had a girl and I didn't wanna be a homewrecker. I couldn't stand being "that bitch". We kinda became really close friends...something I thought is ultimately impossible. I stopped wanting to misbehave with him.
How the big MUM got to the kitchen so fast before we could hide the pancakes, I still don't understand. Technically, we weren't doing anything wrong, we were having 'soda' and making 'pancakes'. Pancakes were mum's favourite. Mum was really happy to see us cooking.
MUM decided to taste the pancakes. Omg ...they were so sweet and tasty and yummy, she couldn't have enough of it. She ate six pancakes out of twelve. Poor MUM...we were all traumatized about what was gonna happen. It was 2200 hrs. What had we done?? The poor lady might just go crazy. How can she not know the sweet smell of weed.
It really didn't take long. Mum was getting all her dirty laundry. We were just watching her. She took all the laundry to the washrooms. She then went to the son's bedroom, took all his laundry and went to the washrooms. She then went to the househelp's room, took all the dirty laundry and finally felt like she was ready to start washing. She didn't even want to use the machine. She washed washed and washed and washed until she finished washing.
We thought she would sleep after....but no no no...we were so wrong. Totally wrong. She took the mopper and mopped the whole house. She then washed all the dishes after that. The energy was still there. If Dad was around, we would have been in juvenile cell right now barefoot with really weird kids and hoping we won't have to shower.
After the dishes, she took a long bath. Thank goodness...I got time to run away. Did she ever sleep, I don't know. I just remember about the fatigue she was complaining about the next morning. The house was so clean, she wondered what had gotten into the son for him to do all the laundry. #smh
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