THE GREEN STUFF

As you all know I’m not exactly a pothead…. So when one evening (1am but thats still early days for the nocturnal Spanish!), when I came across one of my housemates smoking  the green stuff I wasn’t exactly really bothered either way and just decided to keep him company on the balcony. Standard small talk: me: ‘I didn’t realize you smoked?’

Ruben: ‘I don’t’, slightly perplexed. I decided at this point I was tired and bored of druggies in denial and turned to go back inside, at this point he decided I HAD TO try it! He was soo insistent! But I stayed resolute and calmly explained I was a fan of pot. He laughs and tells me it’s not marijuana, at this point I clarify: ‘I. DON’T. LIKE. DRUGS!’.

He gives up trying to get me to have some and takes me by the wrist into the kitchen, where he pulls out a pot of oregano and tells me if I ever wanna try it to just help myself. At this point I panic! I’d been stealing his ‘oregano’ to cook for the last three weeks! FML! No wonder they liked my lasagna so much!!!! I decided to come clean about the misunderstanding there and then, at which point he starts laughing hysterically and trying to convince me IT IS OREGANO!! I’m soo confused by this point, and starting to wonder whether I’m still high (on whatever it is) from dinner! I eventually I decide to take a drag, turns out – It was oregano, I hate the bloody Spanish, - I’m going to bed.