Last night, my dad came up into my room and asked me what my intrest was with pot pipes and bongs. I immediatly knew that he had looked through my history and found drug-related websites. I just said i dont know, but he persisted to ask me again and again, so i finally told him that i wanted to know what that stuff was, besause i wanted to know what everyone was talking about in school.(destroyed my ego and reduced myself to grom status with that explanition) Then he asked me if i smoked pot. I said no, and he said if i did, it would ruin my life ,blah, blah, blah. He then said if he had any reason to believe that a had weed in my room, that he would find it and shove it up my ass. As if the night wasnt weird enough, the next thing he said was,"If you are interested in smoking pot, then tell me and i will get you so stoned that you throw up." I asked him what that would prove, and he hesitated and just left.
peter, those are cheerios