Oh, it’s such fun to be flying high. I was feeling like I could jump tall buildings in a single bound and the only thing I had to act as a parachute was my open mouth – because I couldn’t stop talking. That’s OK… I sort of used it like a rudder. But… what goes up, must come down. After hours of behaving like a psychotic human pinball, I crashed hard and have spent most of the last two days in a near coma.
I cooked up the offending drug in the privacy of my daughter’s kitchen, spooning the resulting mixture onto a large metal sheet to cool and cure. Heck; just call me Heisenberg. The purity level was phenomenal; it could have won awards.
And now… I’m going to have to do it all over again, because I ingested so much of my own home-made boiled fudge that there’s not enough left to take to the family Christmas party next weekend!
Dreadful stuff, this. I’ll be glad when I’ve had enough.
Lovely stuff fudge! This made me guffaw!
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🙂 It made me giggle like a cross between a hyena and a kookaburra! (The fudge; not my post!)
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I’m not surprised. 🙂
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