Several months back, when I told my sister that one of the reasons I’m planning on moving out of South Carolina is because where I’m moving to (Puerto Rico) has a medical weed program that I’m eligible for since I have Autism and ADHD, she told me that medical weed was laced with fentanyl.
Many years ago at a wedding reception someone brought a plate of magic brownies. They were clearly marked, everyone knew what they were.
An elderly relative who had never smoked in her life got into them. Before she started she was warned what they were. Nobody wanted to be the person who fed straight-laced grandma the weed, right?
She said, “It’s okay, I don’t do drugs so they won’t affect me.”
I don’t know what she thought doing drugs looked like, but boy howdy did she learn
what lmao. she lost me at step 1
apparently grandma thought drugs needed consent to work. Somehow.