Oleanders Are Supposed To Bloom In Summer

2.5 Not Weed Brownies

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Not Weed Brownies

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It was getting late as Sarin searched desperately through cabniets.

"Where the actual fuck did all the clean bowls go?" She grumbled.

Sarin finally threw open the bowls cabniet for the second time, but this time seeing what she needed.

"I swear to the god that I don't even fucking believe in, they were in here the whole time?!" Sarin said, exasperated. The metal bowl clanked loudly as she removed it from the cabinet.

After placing the hard searched for bowl on the countertop, Sarin, seeing as both her parents were out late on a date, Sarin had the house to herself for the rest of the night. They wouldn't come back till after work tomorrow, their date nights usually consisted of dinner at a local Taco Bell and some privacy at the Cheap Rooms! Motel right next door to the Taco Bell.

Sarin chuckled to herself, at this point she figured her parents were desperate to keep her from figuring out they were fucking, but the Cheap Rooms! Motel stays only made it more obvious.

The oven preheat timer beeped loudly and Sarin frowned.

"Shut the fuck up, oven, I'm trying my best, alright?"

Sarin poured the brownie mix into the bowl and poured all the liquids into the unnecessarily large measuring cup her dad had got when they first got the house. It held a whole two cups of whatever, and it was far too much. Most recipes called for less than a cup of each liquid ingredient, and most people don't mix all the liquids together. Most people

Cackling to herself and feeling like a mad baker, Sarin measured out the amount of oil and water that was needed, and spent the next five minutes figuring out how to measure them both at once in the same bowl because the amounts called for were in fractions with different denominators and the measuring cup was stupid and only had thirds and fourths. Finally, she was able to pour out the water and oil into the measuring cup and then cracked the eggs into it.

Turning her attention back to the bowl with the browie mix in it, she flattened the mix out entirely with the spatula and then dug in lines like it was a little farm. Grabbing the oversized measuring cup, Sarin then proceeded to fill the little farm lines with the water oil egg mixture, taking extra effort to not make a mess inside the bowl and then failing anyways.