My black gf came to me the other day and handed me something and asked me what it was. It looked like a little piece of shriveled up plastic wrap.

I smelled it and tell her it smells like shit. Yeah, that's what she was thinking, she says. Thanks for telling me now after I stuck it to my nose.

It was pretty clear to me that I must have left one of the pieces of plastic wrap from my weed cookie on the coffee table and the cat ate it and then shit it out.

Not once, but twice. I played dumb like I didn't know what it was because I didn't want her to freak out and get all mad at me.

Then yesterday I was getting ready for work and was taking a dress shirt from the clothes hanger that still had the dry cleaner plastic over it when my black gf goes, "I think Roxie is eating the plastic from your shirts so make sure you close the closet door."

That's when I told her I think it was plastic from the weed cookies. She didn't get that mad.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3864585&forum_id=2#35189960)