Hashy sabotage
This is the way to piss your younger brother off an absolute treat.

Myself and my brother, who is 1 year younger than me at a meagre 19, enjoy the odd spliff. Every half hour. Of every night. I exaggerate, but not by much. Now as is the bain of most tokers, we both smoke cigarettes as well, seeing as sparking up a phatty in public isn't the 'done thing'. We both enjoy our sedentary lifestyles, he's gone off to uni to toke in a different part of the country for 3 years, and I'm happy enough in my 9-5.

At this point I should introduce brother No.3, who I shall name 'Harry'. 'Harry' is a bit of a bastard, because he is 16, and all 16 year old boys are little bastards, as we know. He's a lazy, rude, obnoxious little git, and as arrogant as anyone I know. I have faith that his ego will shrink to fit his ample frame. A curious thing about Harry, aside from his bizarre hatred of cheese/love of pizza, is his complete rejection of anything smokable. He'll drink for England, but so far as I know has never had a cigarette, let alone a joint. Given that in our house, everyone besides him smokes, you would think he would grow to accept the fact, but no. He remains a 'you filthy smoker, go into the corner and pull your own nicotine-stained teeth out with pliers' type. Despite pickling his liver whenever the mood takes him. Now I've never been one to berate people for NOT smoking, but felt Harry could use taking down a notch or two, or at least let him know why we smoke. But getting him to actually smoke would be more than a little weird, so we decided just to get him baked, without even knowing.

Whilst he's not a fan of cheese, cakes are a definite yes. So a Q of the finest generic cannabis was procured, finely ground, and added to chocolate brownie mix. Baked for 12 minutes, cut into slices and left to cool, Harry was duly offered a slice or 2 of suspiciously herby smelling brownie. Mmmm... there's a good boy, gobble it down.

Long story short, Harry spent the next few hours giggling like a loon and generally being nicer than usual. Once the effects had worn off though, he was just absolutely outraged that he had been 'spiked'. The drug-abusing stoner bastard.
( Rookie You'll have to speak up, I'm wearing a towel, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 11:59, 4 replies)

I think..
..the hating of raw cheese is / should be a medical condition, which I also share along with a few other people ive met.

Its weird - raw cheese = puke
Cooked cheese, even slightly melted cheese = great!! :P
(ldwater otherwise known as a 'jive turkey', Tue 23 Sep 2008, 16:28, closed)

I'm with you there
I can happily devour a fondue, but present me with it raw and I will vomit
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 17:47, closed)

Agreed.
After dinner my dad loves to get out the cheese and biscuits and I have to leave the dinner table to avoid gagging.

Fish in cheese sauce though, or pizza, or generally anything cheese flavoured - count me in.
(Mr. In-Between has regretted posting this ever since, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 20:16, closed)

I am actually a 16 year old boy called Harry.
But, I have no recollection of this, so I think it's safe to assume we are not related. Unless the cannabis has really cocked up my memory.

Also, I like to think I'm not a bastard.
(littlenipple hate's bad grammar, Tue 23 Sep 2008, 18:39, closed)