Lol, memory lane. My brother is several years older than I am, so when I was 11 he was nearly 20 and about ready to move out of the family home. He was like the biggest cannabis (etc.) dealer in three counties. Used to carry bud home in a Hefty sack. He didn't want me grabbing handfuls of it, so he would set a few rat traps and place them just inside the sack on top of the pile. Because... I guess he figured I'd close my eyes before reaching in, IDFK. Anyway, he came sneaking in one night about 4am, wasted on whatever he'd been drinking a substantial quantity of and a 4 way of window pane (I later found out) - and I heard <SNAP> "Ouch, f*ck!." Then <SNAP "Ouch, f*ck!" Like four times, LMFAO. And that was the last time he ever put rat traps in his Hefty sack
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There's might be a moral in that, somewhere. Don't do four hits of acid, probably
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