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The god of irony is laughing maniacally at me.
Let me tell you all a story:
Once upon a time, right before the summer of 2001, we had a school picnic. Which meant we went to the local park, ate hot dogs and hamburgers(real, kosher, and veggie), played our acoustic guitars and empty water jugs, or walked around in the woods where we could swim in a stream. My friends and I opted for the latter.
Chaperoning was light, so me and four friends of mine went into the woods. We were met by some underclassmen who asked us if we wanted to get high. Of course, we all said yes, except for one friend who had to stay clean so he could join the marines. He was cool enough to act as a lookout, though.
Now one of the friends, let's call him "Ike", had invited his girlfriend from another school to the picnic. That's allowed. She said she might come.
Now, his girlfriend at the time would say things to him like, "If you smoke pot, I'll never respect you!". So he did what any sixteen-year-old guy who wants to keep getting some did: he smoked pot when she wasn't around. But this was a problem. Ike had forgotten about this, and spent the rest of the time paranoid that she would arrive and bust him for being high. She never came, and actually dumped him because he wouldn't cut his hair. Yeah- whatever, not gonna try to explore that logic.
A few months before that, another friend had a party. He had weed, and another friend had weed too. We were getting all excited about toking up and all, but when he realized how uncomfortable his girlfriend was, he canceled all plans to smoke until she left.
We also had another friend who we really wanted to smoke up with us, but she wouldn't because she thought her boyfriend wouldn't approve.
I laughed at all of them. I teased them and called them "whipped".
Now here's the punchline: I just promised my boyfriend last night I'd quit smoking pot.
HA. Ha. Ha ha.
And things STILL aren't resolved. Go ahead. Laugh some more.