"NEEEERD smoke weeed errydaay!" he yelled at me as he lifted the 7 foot bong shaped like a naked women shredding a double necked guitar with lighting bolts for necks to his lips, inhaling 4.3 whole Marijuanas in one puff. "Brother," I snorted, pushing my glasses up my nose and checking to see if my suspenders were still in place, "drugs are bad for you. President Clinton said so!" Shaun looked down his sunglasses at me, and cocked one eyebrow as he tied the plastic tube around his forearm. "Shut up and pass me the weed nerd" He directed towards me. "I do not condone of this activity at all!" I said with as much dignity as I could muster, which was not much. I passed the syringe full of Marijuana to my brother, and he sank the needle into his skin. "Ready for the big time rush brah?" He questioned me. "Surely you can't mean-?!" I started, "LOL 420 inject weed!" My brother snarled at me as he slammed the plunger down and I watched the green plant swirl into his veins. "Brother no! You'll OD on Marijuana if you inject that much!" My pleas for conservatism were cut short as my brother let out a blood curdling yell. "SHIiiit sun! This OG Supa Fresh Dank Cali 420 Bob Marley Buds were actually Broccoli!" My eyes grew wide in horror as my brother bones began to crack and snap as they relocated themselves to other parts of his body.