Smackshadow said:

Once upon a time, many years ago, I had come into a cup and a half of dank pot oil.  Around the same time, my grandmother had given me the recipe for her molasses cookies which by pure circumstance required 3/4 cup of oil.  Realizing that two batches of cookies would use all of the oil I had, me and two friends baked 4 dozen cookies.  We had a little dough left over, so we ate the raw dough when the cookies were baking.  When the cookies were done, we started to come up, and the smell of the cookies made us want to try them, "just to make sure they tasted good, and worked"  Once we started eating the munchies kicked in, and because we didn't have any food in the house we ate more cookies.  Any way, after about 3 hours of eating cookies we were all having what would otherwise be a level 3 mushroom trip, but only from eating so much pot.  Visual and auditory distortion, massive time lapse, you name it.  By the end of the night we only had 12 cookies left (they were the ones that were a tad bit burnt).

The next day we brought the burnt cookies over to a friends house who ate one that morning, before going to work for her 8 hour shift.  Two hours later we see her come home. All she could say was, "I am two high to be at work"  They were strong cookies.

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