One of the first dates my now wife and I went on she had made butter with some extremely potent weed (for like 2008) and made cookies. Big cookies. We each ate one and went to the driving range. That was fun and just starting to kick in. When we got back to her place we watched a horrible awesome movie (Phil The Alien) and sat on the couch. A few minutes later I was the guy in that comic. Later I started incessantly feeling my legs and checking my pockets over and over and over again, trying my best not to be conspicuous but her roommate was staring at me, making it worse. She asked what I was doing, but the only thing I was concentrating on is that "I lost one of my hands and I can't find it"