He's fucked...step son gave me a cookie for my bd...said only eat a little, well damn, to me that was 1/4th..... so I ate 1/4th before me and the wife headed to a reception at the president's house of a major university and that shit hit about thirty minutes after arriving and kept hitting.....nicaaaaaaa, I was stuck...mouth like cotton....peeping over my shoulder. Wife didn't notice. We were heading to the theater after....sooooo, I drove to a restaraunt we go have drinks at before the theater....i slammed three tequilas.....to no avail.....I finally had to give it up.....Wife, I can't go to theater.....I need to go home and I need you to drive.....threw that damn cookie away....nahhhh, imma stick with bud