Every seasoned stoner knows weed makes Thanksgiving much more enjoyable, but only if it’s not your first time and only if you remember the cardinal rule of edibles: You can always eat more, but you can never eat less.

One person got a “weed brownie” at 16, to try “before Thanksgiving so I would have a nice high and all this good food to eat.” The dealer said it was a strong batch and urged them only to eat half.

It’s a classic setup: they “ate the half,” and after fifteen minutes of not “feeling anything,” decided to eat the other half, too. Famous last words.

“By the time dinner came by, I was very stoned,” like, uncomfortably stoned. Too stoned to make eye contact with anyone at the table, stoned. “I just awkwardly stared at my food and gave one-word answers when my family tried to talk to me.” 

It made Thanksgiving dinner uncomfortable for just about everyone. After a few more painful moments, the brownie-eater decides they “could not take it anymore, so I just picked up my plate and went downstairs to my room.”

This devolved into having to give mom the honest explanation, asking if “she could just leave me alone because I was too high to deal with things.”

In typical mom fashion, she played it off as cool for a while. Until the kid came down for dessert and got publicly yelled at for “ruining Thanksgiving dinner.”


I’d be lying if I said I haven’t lived through the exact same Thanksgiving dinner at 16. Here’s hoping this year isn’t as traumatic as these people’s stories.

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