  So we're at the grocery store with 180.00 worth of stoner food in the cart and realize that we can't leave without sterno for the fondue. We ask a dudeman where it is and he sends us the next aisle over. We find cans of sterno and a metal can of 'fondue fuel'. 'Fondue fuel' is about 6 bucks a can and curious to see what makes this particlular flammable expensive I read the back and find that it is denatured alcohol. That's all it is. So we decide that we will not be ripped off for a solvent and check the pharmacy section, don't see it. We go to Walgreens and are told to go try a hardware store. So we do, We walk in and this urlLink differently abled man assists us. I ask for denatured alcohol. Anything else? Yeah. Matches. Long ones. So the owner of the store is all 'matches and alcohol, eh'?
and we tell him that we're making fondue. Then he asks 'Is this for the Super Bowl?'. uh So all parts assembled we smoke up and fall asleep, and then it's the next day. I chop fruit, other shit happens during the day. and then it's time for dinner. The fondue pot moves from being a living room knicknack to a cooking utensil. I practice lighting the fuel, she grates a motherlode of gruyere and emmenthaler. We realize that we have no idea how to make fondue.
We ask online. People tell us to 'use linux'. I run out for wine. She figures it out. We forget the brandy, but don't notice. We eat pears and apples and french bread until she scrapes something out of the bottom of the pot. declares it burnt. gives up eating and goes for the pipe. the end 
