There was a big party at my family's house, which in this neighborhood meant lots and lots of drugs. Namely weed, which is how my Mom woke up the next day, walked out onto the porch and found a giant bong. I don't know if the owners ever came to get it back, but my bigger concern is why would anyone need a 4ft tall bong?
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My Parent's Stories
No FicciónStories from 1990's Michigan. Hollywood can't make this stuff up. Trigger Warning after Trigger Warning after Trigger Warning. Lot's of drugs. Attempted murder. Cursing. This is hilarious in a horrible way.
