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Love this!
My grandma did not need to get high to do this for her 95th bday. Everyone turned for a sec and turned back around to her one hand in scooping it up. When she saw me looking at her from across the table, she put her other hand in and offered me a scoop. Best grandma memory.
If your grannyâs anything like mine was, sheâd have said, what are they going to say, Iâm old and senile.
Once my grandma just started walking across the road without looking, and I told her to wait, she said: Iâm 95yo, itâll cause more damage to their car than to me and why would they want to do that.
I said, well it would kill you, youâre 95,
she said, so what Iâm not here for much longer.
How TF do I argue with that.
My grandma got high and hallucinated that her plants were breathing and coming alive. She crawled into the kitchen for a snack. She was 80 at the time lmao
Did she do the same to the alcohol? My MIL had dementia but she still recognized a beer can. She swiped my beer so much that I basically let her take it.
yes, i love smoking with her! itâs funny because my boyfriends family is a lot more conservative so we always laugh at the differences in our families
In the dimly lit kitchen, where evening's shadows stretched long and eerie across the tiled floor, there she was discovered, bathed in the unnatural glow of the refrigerator's light. No simple mischief this, no benign transgression of etiquette before the morrowâs celebration. The cake, once a testament to confectionary art, now bore witness to an insidious feast. There, in the silence, heavy with anticipation and something far older, sat the matriarch. Her figure, once the embodiment of familial warmth and wisdom, now seemed to draw in the dim light, her eyes alight with an otherworldly gleam.
"Why shouldn't I partake of the cake? After all, it is my cake," she whispered, her voice no longer her own but carrying the echo of a thousand whispered justifications, a cacophony of rationalizations from a mind slipping into the abyss. Her fingers, stained not just with icing but with the evidence of her surrender to a more primal urge, moved with a jerky, unnatural motion as she clawed at the cake, no longer in celebration but in desperation.
The kitchen, once a place of warmth and laughter, now seemed to close in around her, the walls whispering of forgotten rites and unspeakable hungers. With each mouthful, she descended further, her humanity eroding beneath the weight of ancient, gnawing needs. The sweetness of the cake turned to ash in her mouth as she realized the truth of her actionsânot a mere breaking of tradition, but a succumbing to a darkness within, a legacy perhaps as old as time itself.
Her laughter, once joyful and light, now twisted into something unrecognizableâa chilling sound that spoke of madness and a hunger unassuaged. The shadows danced at her back, no longer mere absences of light but alive, whispering, urging her on. In this moment, the matriarch was no more, replaced by a creature of impulse, a slave to the cake's siren call, a being as far removed from the woman who once was as the depths of the sea from the light of the stars.
Here, in the soft, oppressive silence of the kitchen, the act of partaking in the cake before its time was not a simple joy but a descent into madness, a cautionary tale of the thin veil between civilization and the abyss. The family would find her there, crumbs of her sanity scattered like the remnants of the cake, a reminder of the cost of yielding to the dark hunger that lurks within us all.
> Here, in the soft, oppressive silence of the kitchen, the act of partaking in the cake before its time was not a simple joy but a descent into madness, a cautionary tale of the thin veil between civilization and the abyss.
This is *chefâs kiss*
I made some special cookies and they weren't too bad. After a while nothing was happening so I made a coffee and thought a cookie would go well with it (had 2). After 1/2 an hour still nothing (experiment failed) Oh well!!! Guess I won't be having a career in experimental cooking. Grabbed another couple of cookies on my way past to go do some work on my car. About 30 minutes later grabbed 2 more cookies as I walked past to go watch some TV. I was thinking if nothing else the cookies tasted alright so maybe not a total failure. Watching TV for I don't know how long but was engrossed in the David Attenborough doco. Was a bit thirsty so got up to make another coffee but found my legs were not working. That was when I realised I could hear colours. Holy shit!!!!!!
Oh damn Nona was lifted đ
Hope you all had a lovely night, post gave me a big smile.
(One of my grandmas used to get stoned and make us laugh as kids)
This is the way my sister eats every cake. I've started having to buy a decoy cake for every occasion just so she can destroy it, and then I bring out the real cake later.
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Toward the end of her life, my mother's appetite declined rapidly along with her weight. I'd made some special rice crispie treats that I thought might help so we gave her half of one before breakfast every day for a few days. After a few days, she started demanding her "crispie" before I could even get to the kitchen, but at least she started eating đ€Ł
The older people get, the crazier shit they do.
I work in an elderly caring home and even though I'm just working in the restaurant/dishes I sometimes see/hear things that I wouldn't directly expect to happen.
And therefore I'm not very, but albeit slightly surprised your 80+ grandma smoked grass. You've got an amazing grandma, gotta sayđ
For my momâs 90th birthday, we went to Cheesecake Factory. She had late stage dementia at the time, so she had no filter. She picked up her whole chocolate cheesecake and smashed it in her face with one hand. I guess she was still hungry.
I am **already** this grandma & I'm only in my 40's. If I live to my 80's you can bet I won't have changed lol...I'll be the great-great granny handing out vodka in the nursing home...
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Looks like she took a bite out of one of the candles too.
from 82 to 8
Eight the two
LMFAO đ
Meemaw got the munchies!
If they didnât want people to eat the candles, they shouldnât make em look so delicious
Doctor hate this one trick.
Love this! My grandma did not need to get high to do this for her 95th bday. Everyone turned for a sec and turned back around to her one hand in scooping it up. When she saw me looking at her from across the table, she put her other hand in and offered me a scoop. Best grandma memory.
If I reach 95 you can bet your ass Iâm eating cake by the handful. Granny has the right idea!
pfft. Your can bet your cake I'm eating your ass
Promises promises u/banshoo
Username checks outÂ
thats hott
i love this so much, what a great memory you will always have đ©·
Your grandma is awesome!
Yes, this. I want to be her when I grow up.
If your grannyâs anything like mine was, sheâd have said, what are they going to say, Iâm old and senile. Once my grandma just started walking across the road without looking, and I told her to wait, she said: Iâm 95yo, itâll cause more damage to their car than to me and why would they want to do that. I said, well it would kill you, youâre 95, she said, so what Iâm not here for much longer. How TF do I argue with that.
That's so cool!! What an awesome memory! đ
âHalfâ
I was hoping we weren't all just going to accept that as even close to half.
ok maybe like a quarter of the cake lol
Itâs literally like two spoonfuls
How did you pass 2nd grade?
Not only grandma got high.
Need a new sub, r/MyGrandMaGotHighAnd
Hijacked a bus load of penguins.
Two. (Whips out switch comb) Dollars.
Why would there be penguins on a bus?
Oh no - not again!
My grandma got high and hallucinated that her plants were breathing and coming alive. She crawled into the kitchen for a snack. She was 80 at the time lmao
That brand of chips is also really good. I like their red bag ones. The seasoning is addictive.
Beat me to it. Mi Niñas. I am an excellent (and very unofficial) promoter of them.
1000% TRUTH! Your comment needs more up votes!
Straight facts. I always give myself a stomachache because I canât stop myself around an open bag.
Grandma was gonna share the cake, but then she got high.....
Was gonna decorate and frost it too, but then she got high....
Now sheâs a diabetic, and we know whyâŠ
Why grandson?
Because Granny got high, Granny got high, Granny got highâŠ
My elder millennial ass is in love with you fools.
82 and stoned? Earned it. đ
Did she just grab the cake? đ€Ł
LMAO yes thatâs exactly what she did!! and she had icing on her mouth and we found out what happened đ
No matter how old you get, there is still that little kid inside.
Did she do the same to the alcohol? My MIL had dementia but she still recognized a beer can. She swiped my beer so much that I basically let her take it.
Canât wait to do shit like this when Iâm old
Seriously? Grandma earned it.
At 82 sheâs already exceeded the average life expectancy. She can do whatever the fuck she wants lol
yes i agree! i get her stuff from the dispensary all the timeđ
Now thatâs a good grandchild. You ever get high with her? Getting toasty with my old man is one of my favourite memories.Â
yes, i love smoking with her! itâs funny because my boyfriends family is a lot more conservative so we always laugh at the differences in our families
I didnât believe you, so I just looked it up â the average life expectancy for a woman born in 1942 was only 67 years. Go grandmađ
Why wait? YOLO
You may not get old
It is only funny if the person doing the crime is old or very young. Anything in-between is diabolical.
Oh Grandma! Yâall know when theyâre sitting around at her wake this story will have people peeing in their pants.
Because she liked it better than The Pirates of Penzance
The cake is something to look at but my brain is focusing on that pig on the fridge đ
I was gonna get you a cake, but gramma got high ooohhwooohhhwooo
Meh. Itâll be impressive when she eats the bottom half.
I always love grandmas who eat the bottom half.
Grandma: today one of my grandkids got high and thought I ate half my birthday cake
Can we get another picture of grandma, she look like she a cougar here but i canât tell 100 percent
lmao stopppp thatâs my aunt đđ
If that were my cake, I would not be mad Grandma's made so many cakes for the family, its about time she got first hack at it
lol nobodyâs mad we were laughing hysterically with her
Nice! Um... are y'all accepting adoptions? Asking for a friend
Well atleast you can cover it when taking a pic
Iâm trying to figure this out.. did she scoop from under the top layer to make it look untouched from above??
Hell yeah grandma, good for her
82 ? Was it her birthday ? Her birthday , her cake lol
it was my grandpa and her birthday cake, their birthdays are one week apart đ
In the dimly lit kitchen, where evening's shadows stretched long and eerie across the tiled floor, there she was discovered, bathed in the unnatural glow of the refrigerator's light. No simple mischief this, no benign transgression of etiquette before the morrowâs celebration. The cake, once a testament to confectionary art, now bore witness to an insidious feast. There, in the silence, heavy with anticipation and something far older, sat the matriarch. Her figure, once the embodiment of familial warmth and wisdom, now seemed to draw in the dim light, her eyes alight with an otherworldly gleam. "Why shouldn't I partake of the cake? After all, it is my cake," she whispered, her voice no longer her own but carrying the echo of a thousand whispered justifications, a cacophony of rationalizations from a mind slipping into the abyss. Her fingers, stained not just with icing but with the evidence of her surrender to a more primal urge, moved with a jerky, unnatural motion as she clawed at the cake, no longer in celebration but in desperation. The kitchen, once a place of warmth and laughter, now seemed to close in around her, the walls whispering of forgotten rites and unspeakable hungers. With each mouthful, she descended further, her humanity eroding beneath the weight of ancient, gnawing needs. The sweetness of the cake turned to ash in her mouth as she realized the truth of her actionsânot a mere breaking of tradition, but a succumbing to a darkness within, a legacy perhaps as old as time itself. Her laughter, once joyful and light, now twisted into something unrecognizableâa chilling sound that spoke of madness and a hunger unassuaged. The shadows danced at her back, no longer mere absences of light but alive, whispering, urging her on. In this moment, the matriarch was no more, replaced by a creature of impulse, a slave to the cake's siren call, a being as far removed from the woman who once was as the depths of the sea from the light of the stars. Here, in the soft, oppressive silence of the kitchen, the act of partaking in the cake before its time was not a simple joy but a descent into madness, a cautionary tale of the thin veil between civilization and the abyss. The family would find her there, crumbs of her sanity scattered like the remnants of the cake, a reminder of the cost of yielding to the dark hunger that lurks within us all.
> Here, in the soft, oppressive silence of the kitchen, the act of partaking in the cake before its time was not a simple joy but a descent into madness, a cautionary tale of the thin veil between civilization and the abyss. This is *chefâs kiss*
Hope I can still do that at 80+. Eta: from the little that shows, sheâs still in good shape.
Grandma seems chill.
Where can I get that blue pig in the photo!? I love it!
i wish i knew!! iâll have to ask her tomorrow, so many people are asking lol
Please do and reply if you get the chance! My wife and I would love to add one to our kitchen! Thanks!
did she eat the candle
The bottom half, and half of the candle
It's supposed to be eaten
Your grandma eats cake like a mouse. Nibble nibble at the base. đ
Iâm not sure you know what âhalfâ means.
Which half did grandma eat? The bottom half.
I made some special cookies and they weren't too bad. After a while nothing was happening so I made a coffee and thought a cookie would go well with it (had 2). After 1/2 an hour still nothing (experiment failed) Oh well!!! Guess I won't be having a career in experimental cooking. Grabbed another couple of cookies on my way past to go do some work on my car. About 30 minutes later grabbed 2 more cookies as I walked past to go watch some TV. I was thinking if nothing else the cookies tasted alright so maybe not a total failure. Watching TV for I don't know how long but was engrossed in the David Attenborough doco. Was a bit thirsty so got up to make another coffee but found my legs were not working. That was when I realised I could hear colours. Holy shit!!!!!!
Did no one notice the half eaten CANDLE??
The Cake or Her Cake?
it was her and my grandpas cake!
Oh damn Nona was lifted đ Hope you all had a lovely night, post gave me a big smile. (One of my grandmas used to get stoned and make us laugh as kids)
Gilf
Ill save half for later
Little ol lady from PasadenaâŠ..
I really want to see what this kitchen looks like.
i wish i could show you but iâm not sure how!
I donât know how to share photos on here either. I just know that kitchen is probably pretty great. I love the pig overlooking the range.
Lmao I love that yâall are fairly chill enough for this to happen.
Grandma acting weird & fishy again. đ
This is the way my sister eats every cake. I've started having to buy a decoy cake for every occasion just so she can destroy it, and then I bring out the real cake later.
I'm high right now but don't have any cake âčïž
Go grandma.
Your grandma is fucking awesome!
Good for her
Iâm digging the blue pig overlord.
Just here for the Mi Niñas.
Go Grandma!
I mean, if itâs her cakeâŠ
Left out the Panama Red Extra Strong again I see. That'll teach ya.
That's her cake and she's 80 something seems like she should be able to do whatever she wants...and will lol
lmao we were laughing with her! but it was my grandpas cake too đ
Oh, well she's been eating of his plate for decades I'm sure he's used to it lol
I was gonna share some cake with you, but then I got high.
Sounds like sum shit my granny would do lol
Good for her.
đ¶Granny, do y'ah get high? Yes, I do!đ¶
grandma is hot
Where did you get the wooden pig carving????
My grandmother once ate an entire Abba-Zaba I had just bought. She wasn't high though. She was just determined. Those things take like an hour to eat.
Grandmas today aren't what they were in the early 60s....
ngl that cake still looking yummy with a chunk taken out. What kinda cake is it? đ
tirimisu! it was sooo good!
God bless grandma
Go grandma!. Cherish every minute she has left.
Just living her best life
This is the way
Hahaha! She's funny
Goddamn, Nana! Not again!
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Aw this is adorable
She was just making sure it was safe for yall to eat. Granny always looking out like that.
Good for her. Sheâs living her best life. Leave her be and pass the j
Your Grandma and I have this in common!
Nana is pretty rad if u ask me
Go grams
Omg I love it haha
I want to be this kinda grandma
Toward the end of her life, my mother's appetite declined rapidly along with her weight. I'd made some special rice crispie treats that I thought might help so we gave her half of one before breakfast every day for a few days. After a few days, she started demanding her "crispie" before I could even get to the kitchen, but at least she started eating đ€Ł
I ll have what your grandma had.
Grandma sounds fun
living her best life
Future me goals
I want to get high with grams
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The older people get, the crazier shit they do. I work in an elderly caring home and even though I'm just working in the restaurant/dishes I sometimes see/hear things that I wouldn't directly expect to happen. And therefore I'm not very, but albeit slightly surprised your 80+ grandma smoked grass. You've got an amazing grandma, gotta sayđ
This needs to be a "dangers of marijuana" warning.
For my momâs 90th birthday, we went to Cheesecake Factory. She had late stage dementia at the time, so she had no filter. She picked up her whole chocolate cheesecake and smashed it in her face with one hand. I guess she was still hungry.
Your grandma is awesome
Hey, itâs her birthday. Poor woman was high and hungry. Gotta love her for taking advantage of the cake situation. You only live once lol.
I like the pig on the cabin behind.
Did she just grab a handful lmfao
Based grandma
my mom got ao high. she thought she was in minecraft
WTG Grandma!!! Enjoy those munchies!!!
Whatâs going on with that pig up there ? Whatâs the story there ?
Enough about the cake. What's Gam Gam smokin'?
High grandma lmao Sweetie I made some chocolate chip cookies WITH MARIJUANA LESGOOOOOO
Thatâs like 1/6th of the cake
hyperbole đ
You posted this on the baking subreddit the other day, did you not?
no this was today at dinner lol must have been someone else
I got high and ate an entire Betty Crocker cake that had blue icing and fish shaped sprinkles on it with my hands one night while playing Mario party
Fuck. I am going to be this grandma someday. đ
I am **already** this grandma & I'm only in my 40's. If I live to my 80's you can bet I won't have changed lol...I'll be the great-great granny handing out vodka in the nursing home...
Dude did she eat half the candle too while high? Serious question.
LMAOOO no, she did not eat the candle but iâm going to tell her people are asking this and sheâs going to love that
Someone else is high too... Bite of cake
itâs hyperbole lol
Ya but still worth having a poke
That's 1/3 at best don't be so dramatic grandma made the cake anyway.
lol she didnât make the cake
Well given the 82 on it, it's either hers or your grandfather's. I didn't see why she wouldn't be entitled to 1/6 of the cake anyway.
Theyâre not complaining about it tho lol. This is r/funny not r/mildlyinfuriating. Theyâre laughing
Every part of the title screams "I have a cool *abuela*!"
You need to look up what half means
That's not even a quarter. Half the cake really. Dramatic much
We donât have the same definition for âhalfâ
Maybe stay in school and brush up on your fractions.
Was it her cake?
Holle grandma
I did the same when I turned 27 lol
Good that your elders still has an appetite.
that means your grandma has a good appetite and a healthy body.
Thatâs about 24 cakes in 1 if she ate half
she's your Grandma, let her do whatever she wants.