Back when my brother still lived with my mom, he, a full-grown adult, had a set of four square whiskey stones made of metal that he kept in the back of the freezer that he would add to a glass of whiskey every now and then. One night my mom texts me a picture of the whiskey stones while he’s not in the house with “I FOUND THESE IN THE FREEZER!” “ARE THESE DRUGS???” “WHAT IS THIS??” Like holy fuck, are you serious? Yeah, sure, they’re drugs, Mom. Cubed metal is all the rage on the streets these days. You just swallow them whole and get high as fuck.
Poser, everyone knows you smoke cube.
I used to have some whiskey stones until I got tired of taking a pile of rocks to the face.
This conversation is so clumsy and awkward. Why take a good joke post and make it so much worse?
I don’t even care if this is fake or not, this gave me a good laugh.
“Now can you get me a Pepsi?”
The best way to get macro plastics into your blood stream
