i was gonna reblog that with "lala is this you" but you reblogged it so thanks for RUINING MY JOKE YOU JERK
ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THE BONG VINE BECAUSE IM SO FUCKING OFFENDED IF THAT IS THE CASE
ill have you know im always incredibly up front about how i am terrible at being cool LIKE YEAH I MIGHT BLOW DIRTY BONGWATER 50 FT INTO THE AIR LIKE A GODDAMN WHALE BUT IT WOULD ONLY BE AFTER MULTIPLE WARNINGS THAT I AM LIKELY TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT IF YOU DONT HOLD MY HAND/THE PIPE
cont. drug talk under cut
so im like incapable of lighters. i think it is a combo of me decimating my fingers so much that it makes the flicking painful and me getting like. performance anxiety since i always inevitably fail to light a lighter which makes my ENTIRE HAND sweat.
so that means when i do actually somehow manage to coax a flame out of those plastic demon boxes with my slippery and/or bleeding fingers, i either:
1) GET SO FUCKING STARTLED BY THIS SUDDEN LIGHT AND HEAT THAT I MOVE MY THUMB OFF the little thing that makes the gas go i have no idea what the terminology is, i make no claims at being knowledgeable about this shit, im asthmatic, and according to the internet it is “fork” which ok. THE POINT IS THAT MY VICTORY IS ALSO MY DOWNFALL.
2) get so wrapped up in the fact that i actually have created fire AND NOW MUST MAINTAIN IT that i CREATE A TRULY FUCKING MASSIVE HIT BECAUSE apparently there is no way in hell i could possibly concentrate on keeping the lighter flame going without burning myself AND also cherry the bowl AND also monitor how much air im sucking in. i have been rescued from these smoke monsters twice now (out of the ENTIRE 4 TIMES I HAVE SMOKED that is 50% of the time) by my friend who understandably flipped their shit before i could inhale even a quarter of the smoke by gently screaming LALA IF YOU TRY TO TAKE THAT ENTIRE HIT YOU WILL DIE
anyway the moral of this story is ella ilu and because ilu i would def blast you full in the face with bongwater
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what a gr8 mom
I love my mom so much. She was a closet geek whose first love was a tie between Spock and Adam West's Batman. She loves "thrill of the hunt" type projects like this, though sometimes her tenacity can be a little... frightening.
Like the time when I was 15 and asked for The Silver Kiss for Christmas and the local bookstore said they had one in stock but couldn't find it on the shelves where it was supposed to be. So she poured over every inch of the paperback fiction section until she found it underneath a bookshelf, STUCK UNDER A BACK CORNER TO KEEP THE WHOLE THING FROM WOBBLING.
