So Yesterday My Brother Orders Pizza From Domino's.

So yesterday my brother orders pizza from Domino's.

And for some weird reason my brain decided it was going to associate it with old school mj supplier's...

My brain went, they could have a job where they paid taxes.. the customers would order a 'certain Pizza, with certain toppings' and that would tell you the weightage and type (sativa / indica)..

I have literally no reason for this train of thought.. especially when it's legal nowadays.. granted anything I grow dies, so it's not like I could get into the dealing business.. but I'm pretty sure at some point in the timeline somebody has used this as the perfect way to sell MJ..

All right something kind of hilarious happened yesterday, my father is originally from West Virginia and he goes "oh, I was tagged in a family photo"

Then he starts naming off random people, "my cousin xxx ,that's at Beverly, oh hey look it's Grandma," then out of the blue he says "and that's my aunt-grandma"

Now I'm sitting in the kitchen, I did not see the picture, I don't know how many people are in the picture, I know nothing..

The next thing that comes out of my mouth is "did he just say Aunt Grandma?"

Now my brother sitting on the couch and he cackles, my mom making french toast says "yeah"

I'm just sitting here like "I really hope those are two separate people..."

I wanna do this!

Social Distancing

I had a thought today, so my brother is 6 ft 3, 170 lb (wears medium clothes right..)

So I look at him and I go; "if I get you at onesie what size would it have to be..?"

Him *confused face* "what?!"

Me: "well you're like a medium and you're like six three so to make up for your height what size but the ones you have to be?"

Me: "for instance our cousin has hue chips so she has to have like a two or three x to fit all that in a onesie and same goes for me cuz I have boobs...."

Me: "so to sum it up what size onesie would you have to wear to fit 6 ft 3 170 lb of you in a onesie?"

Him: "f*ck if I know, I ain't never worn a onesie before!" (Mind you he's been in Pennsylvania the last 15 years)

Mum\dad in unison: "yes you have, when you were little, you and your brother used to argue over who's onesie was which mine's blue no mines red.."

Him: "I don't fuck*n' remember that."

Me...: "So... Like? A xl?"

I have never seen this little lady curl her front legs under her chest.

Foggy: Why are you on the floor?

Matt: I’m depressed

Matt: Also I was stabbed, can you get Claire please