Reminds me of the first time I had the house to myself and decided to use my powers for evil. Friends and I just get a shitload of weed and beer. One of them, Dillon lives with his grandma and says he is going home around midnight. Well he also didn't smoke like we did. So he takes a couple hits and gets chair locked in a recliner like I've never seen before. Dude can't open his eyes but is wide awake. The recliner ended up getting flipped and he still didn't move. Anyway he decided to try and leave...walks out side into the middle of winter and nopes out. We're on the other side of the door and just hear his stoned ass
"Hey...hey grandma. Yeah...um...I'm not gonna make it home tonight. Why? There's ice...on the door. I can't get in the car. Like they uh key won't go in the door. I'm ice'd out. There's just so much ice"
The prognosis sounds really good, but I'm going to be worried until they give that update in May. I remember when Dio seemed to be doing ok but things went south really fast. Bruce is pretty fit and doesn't smoke or anything I believe though. He knows how to take care of himself.
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"Hey...hey grandma. Yeah...um...I'm not gonna make it home tonight. Why? There's ice...on the door. I can't get in the car. Like they uh key won't go in the door. I'm ice'd out. There's just so much ice"
She bought it haha