I came home to Surprise Uncle Visit, and he (nicely) demanded we barbeque and that I make him ice cream. So we sent them shopping for barbeque stuff and I have a batch of cherry vanilla going, and cookies and cream on deck.
But we sent two stoned boomers to the store, so we may never see them again, or they may come home with nothing on the list, or they may come home with half a store's worth of munchies.
We just rolled those dice.
Hope you won't need to send a search party.
They returned, and with the entire list! HOwever, their quantity gauge was off so we have approximately two hundred pounds of vegetables to grill
You can't just say "one" of a thing, because they will find the largest possible version of that thing
The barbecue stuff came out good, and the cherry vanilla came out nice. But now we're eating and the stoned twins are talking at each other at nine hundred miles an hour while shoveling food in their mouth. lol
Oh dear god, now uncle is telling puns.
What do you get when you mix a potato and a penis?
A dick-tator.
Someone kill me.