Amazing what you can see in a bedroom drawer sometimes. Things very similar to these pictures. I know, shouldn't be looking. Well I wasn't, we weren't; just looking for a USB cord that should have been returned to its owner. Happens in the house all the time, everyone searches for their stuff without looking for secrets.
Some may say that the first item looks like a bong and the second looks like a crack pipe. I could try and say that the first is just an alternative way of drinking from a bottle; the second pretty little purple thing is just a pipe for blowing bubbles. You know, the little bottles with a plastic ring or pipe for blowing bubbles that pop when they touch the end of your nose. How cute the kids were when they were pure and innocent and bubbles on the breeze were enough to make them laugh.
Putting aside the incredible arrogance, stupidity, ignorance, self delusion, defiance, selfishness, immaturity and deceptiveness (and sadness) to name but a few things that this behaviour displays, I can see one ray of light. So far, the bubble blowing monstrosity has not moved. I'd like it to move; I'd like to hammer it flat or shove it up, no, in, his ear or down his throat.
Sadly, I'm not surprised, just disappointed that things I'd wondered about were true. How could I be surprised when a week before, during a conversation about dope, weed, marijuana, what ever, I was told seriously by my eldest that smoking dope increases your intelligence? Smoking dope increases your intelligence. I'm afraid I laughed; after that the conversation finished, I couldn't trust my mouth following that little gem of mindless, kindergarten crap.
A footnote; his habit of increasing his intelligence put him in hospital that very night. Internal inflammation from dope.
Some may say that the first item looks like a bong and the second looks like a crack pipe. I could try and say that the first is just an alternative way of drinking from a bottle; the second pretty little purple thing is just a pipe for blowing bubbles. You know, the little bottles with a plastic ring or pipe for blowing bubbles that pop when they touch the end of your nose. How cute the kids were when they were pure and innocent and bubbles on the breeze were enough to make them laugh.
Putting aside the incredible arrogance, stupidity, ignorance, self delusion, defiance, selfishness, immaturity and deceptiveness (and sadness) to name but a few things that this behaviour displays, I can see one ray of light. So far, the bubble blowing monstrosity has not moved. I'd like it to move; I'd like to hammer it flat or shove it up, no, in, his ear or down his throat.
Sadly, I'm not surprised, just disappointed that things I'd wondered about were true. How could I be surprised when a week before, during a conversation about dope, weed, marijuana, what ever, I was told seriously by my eldest that smoking dope increases your intelligence? Smoking dope increases your intelligence. I'm afraid I laughed; after that the conversation finished, I couldn't trust my mouth following that little gem of mindless, kindergarten crap.
A footnote; his habit of increasing his intelligence put him in hospital that very night. Internal inflammation from dope.