A year ago the ex- and I went to visit our daughter at college. I wanted some clones and stuff at the dispensary, give the kid the cash and she comes back with the clones and an assortment of chocolate bars for all of us, and stuff she wanted. We get back to the apt. I check out my clones (good shape) and check out the candy bars; grab the dark choco/chile pepper one and start eating. "Dad!, stop" What? "You're eating too much" Hey, I got us all one. "Dad you are so fucked now" and she and her friend are laughing their asses off. I'm a bit confused, especially when she said we all got just enough time to get lunch. An hour and a half later I am trippin, hallucinating and paranoid as hell.