Oh, wow. Thank GOD mom is blissfully unaware. Just today I took about 20 canning jars, a growing lamp, a food dryer, and a mortar and pestle for some… home mycology. She has NO idea why I want this stuff. ::rolleyes:: I guess there’s at least 1 perk to growing up daughter of the Methodist minister/elementary school principal.
–Tim
That is to say, SHE is the daughter of a Methodist Minister and Principal. Not I.
PF TEK, baby!
–Tim
OK… as an old fart, and one who has tried to grow shrooms before (with no sucess), I demand to know:
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PF TEK, baby![/quote}
What does this mean, Homer???
I, too, have a paranoid mother. Here are some personal beauties in my collection.
Mom: What’s wrong?
Me: There’s a rumor going around at school that I’m a Satanist and I’m going to shoot up the school.
Mom: Should I check your room for rifles? Is that why you slept in Sunday? (She was being completely serious.)
Here’s another:
Mom: Why don’t we ever ride in your car and you drive?
Me: (sarcastic) Because that’s where I hide my cocaine.
Mom: I’m going to search your car!!!
Sometimes, she makes me very, very ready to graduate.