Towards the end of my sister's birthday party last night, there was this one kid talking about leaving and he reached down to take one of the brownies that she had baked. I grabbed his hand and said "Woah, dude, if you're about to drive you can't eat one of those brownies. They're special." He looked at me and said "Oh. Ok, I won't go anywhere." He then pounded down that brownie and proceeded to finish off the pan. Then he broke into the second pan and had a couple of those brownies. Over the next hour or so I watched him get high as a kite and then totally space out. I asked him how those brownies were working for him and got this wide-eyed, enthusiastic nod. This dude got blazed on some regular ole Betty Crocker.