Here is the proof – dad is on crack.
He’s been on it for over two weeks now and he is fully addicted. He says the power is so strong that he lives and breathes this crack. Poor dad. He needs to go into rehab to get off of it. I don’t really blame mom. I mean hey, she did cook it up but it’s not like she forced dad to get hooked. I guess in a way you can say mom is the pusher though. Why else would she keep this junk in the house where daddy can find it and overdose in it. I would like to say I feel sorry for daddy but he’s not sharing the good stuff he said. So I don’t know how addictive it is or not.
And trust me, mom put the works in this stuff. Pretzel sticks, peanuts, peanut butter M&M’s, raisins and butterscotch drops. That was a full bucket. But every time daddy goes into the kitchen, he comes out with a paw full. Poor daddy – shakes piggy head – what a user!.
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