I prepared some brownies the other night for my consumption. Being the fantastic cook that I am, I kept going back for more. They were just so tasty. I guess I ate too much.
This is much better than the time I ate so many birds eye chilis my eyes watered from the pain of passing them. It isn’t quite as colorful as the day after corn on the cob, nor as dangerous as that time I ate a sizable BB, but damnit, I’m proud. My poop smells like pot.