"So why doesn't C come over while I'm here?"
“Cos mom, C’s a drug dealer. And while you’re not home we smoke bowls, eat muffins & decipher Norwegian death metal lyrics. That’s why. Happy now?”
Honestly, C’s an awesome friend who is more than happy to share his personal stash with me in exchange for my kickass banana & walnut muffins. And while he knows & loves my mom, there’s something a little weird about lighting up in front of her.
And yeah, I share my house with my mom. Wanna make something of it? My mum is fucking radder than yours. She just don’t let me smoke weed in the house.