when this story that you’ve heard for years from a relative around the holiday dinner table
“…So they were sitting on the couch, smoking, and then they would turn around and blow smoke at the cat who was sitting on the back of the couch, and then eventually the cat just fell on the floor…”
is finally told in its “adult” version in front of you at Christmas dinner.
“…So they were sitting on the couch rolling joints, and then they would turn around and blow the smoke at the cat who was sitting on the back of the couch, and then eventually the cat fell off the couch because it was stoned.”
Dammit, why can’t I live there?
Now that’s funny!
There’s nothing funnier than a stoned cat…when you yourself are stoned…or so I’ve heard.
Hehe, that’s pretty funny.
Mary (mert) says
Once you go grass, you never go back, to cat nip. :O) Too funny!
Oh yeah, the story was MUCH funnier that way, not to mention that it finally actually made sense 😛