The best weed brownie we ever ate was at our 25th birthday party. This girlfriend of ours came by with a fresh batch of the best weed brownies we'd ever tasted. So delicious, dripping with butter, so thick with chocolate. By far the best weed brownie we ever ate.
The flavor was remarkably good, considering how high we got. We could hardly taste the weed, but soon we found ourselves mildly delirious. With hot flashes and eyes feeling like fishing weights had been attached to them. We had to find a place to sit down. As we sat there we couldn't help but think how it was defiantly the best weed brownie ever.
We found ourselves under a nice big oak tree, relaxed; another peaceful day in the park. The birds chirping, sun shining, and us enjoying it all. The best weed brownie had made it quite the day. We knew we needed another of the best weed brownies ever. We mustered up the strength, to climb back to our feet, and away we went. With pleasant thoughts, and drearily we sauntered over to the picnic table where the brownies where. We dreamed of that delightful best weed brownie flavor, its distinct taste, and we were ready.
We uncovered the platter of brownies, and took another. As the munchies set in, it was the perfect selection of food. Soon the BBQ was to be completed and we had worked up quite an appetite. We grabbed an ice cold beer from the ice chest, sat with my friends. We complemented the baker and told her how it was "the best weed brownie we had ever eaten." Soon the steak was done, everyone began to eat.
With the steak we had: chili beans, garlic bread, corn bread, salad. Everything was so good, but we could not get over the best weed brownie. Throughout the whole meal we thought about them. We wanted them still. Barely able to keep from nodding off, but feeling so good. The food went down and it all tasted like the best weed brownie. After everyone had finished their plates, cake was served. Everyone sang happy Birthday! We got to make a wish. We wished for another one of the best weed brownies we had ever had. We blew out the candles and made our way to the picnic table once more.
With pleasant thoughts of the best weed brownie in mind. We uncovered that magical platter once more and indulged myself. By this time I was thinking we may have been far too high for my own good but how could we resist the best weed brownie?
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