The great thing about having a basement room is that nobody's going to come down here and check in on me. Not only that, but I'm pretty sure most of my new housemates are cool with the happy weeds. So, I unpack my bong from its personalized carrying case, give it one last loving rub with my bong-polishing rag, and feel happy for a little while. Soon, however, I notice that I'm developing a strong case of the munchies. Pablo's well-stocked kitchen sets my mind working, and my stomach growling. I crave massive amounts of food, and feel no urge for variety. I want an abundance of nachos, or somewhere between three and seven hamburgers. I'm also noticing that my mouth has become quite dry as the cottonmouth sets in. As I reach the top of the stairs and begin approaching the kitchen, I notice some light and noise coming from inside. |