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exactly. some advise for the kids. If it comes down to getting caught by your parents or the police, ALWAYS choose parents. You do not want the legal trouble.

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Alive-And-Dreaming

So I was sitting at my friend (for the sake of the story, we'll call him Rob)'s house, and we're passing his shitty 10 dollar bong he got at Roswell, NM back and forth while watching Johnny Sokko (AWESOME SHOW practically invented for stoners) when we hear a knock on the door. spraying some febreeze, Rob answers the door right as I finish a massive bong rip. His mom walks in and says my mom is on the phone (My lungs are full of smoke I can't exhale) I grab the phone and wait for his mom to leave before I blow out my bong rip, but no smoke comes out! 20 minutes Later that night, we were all at dinner and I burped and a FAT cloud of smoke came up. His mom was in the kitchen, and I thought his dad didn't notice, until later that night, We were playing video games while smoking out of my shitty metal pipe when his dad comes in and asks us if we knew who the grateful dead were. I say "SHIT YEAH!" and he puts on a tape from '83 and says: "I'll be right back. he comes with a BIGASS bong and says: "Don't tell your mother."

Funnest night of my life

Bud&bluntman

Don't stop smoking, just don't get caught again. Your parents are just trying to be responsible.

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Oh my girl sitting in the sun, go buy candy and a currant bun, i'm high don't try to spoil fun, Don't cry we'll roll another one

Incu_Volta87

This is my first post here, although I have been coming to the forums for a few days now and finally decided to register.

But anyways, my story goes as this:

It was the glorious morning of 4/20 2007, my good friend Owen and I had just woke up for a nice Wake n Bake session. It was at-least 10:30 AM. Although we had been smoking a bowl or two of some dank ass Cali Nugs every hour. So, we decide to go get some breakfast at Perkins.

So of we went, humbly about our day of smoking ahead of us, desperate to get some delicious breakfast. On our way, (I was driving, by the way) Owen rolled a bone, just this beautiful Joint that we started puffn on immediately. After inhaling a stormy sea of smoke off the J, we were had arrived at our destination. Hell yeah, some food! So we quickly packed a bowl before going in to stuff our face in some breaky and a nice ol cup of joe. So we go in and eat and what not, just full as fuck after feasting lol. So then we trudge off to the car to go ride around and smoke, maybe go to the park and walk around. Of course, we smoked another joint, and by this time we had pretty much finished off our Ounce that we had bought the previous night before; and all the remained was about a bowl or two. Also, we had been planning to pick up another eighth when our friend scott called, to pass the time we went to the park. When we got there, we packed another bowl. Growing ever more paranoid as more people kept walking by, we decided to relocate so we can finish off the reaming herb we had left. So we went to the nearest parking garage, which was unfortunately by a middle school. We were in that damned parking garage for nearly an hour and half yet, just blazed off our asses from finishing off the last of our weed (then miraculously , noticing we had a bowl of some fine keef left in the grinder.) So we quickly devoured that. Now its been almost two hours since we were in that dark, chill as hell parking garage, so high we were practically retarded, listening to none other than Pink Floyds-Atom Heart Mother, just dazed and confused and almost trancing. While suddenly a knock on my window. It was a short, stubby, pig faced pig, hold a badge to the window.

I, scared shitless and high off my ass turn to owen and said what should I do. And here he is just eyes wide and mouth open, scared as much as I was. So I roll down the window, the cop says : "What are you doing in this garage", and I, soo fucking high, nervously trying to find something smooth to save our asses (And mind you, when I opened the window to respond to officers abrupt and yet time hindering knock, a HUGE, a mean god-like pile of smoked pillowed out ) YIKES. But, so quickly trying to find something to say, all I could muster up, in a almost stutter like voice, I said:

"About go to down to in that uhh park down there"
With that, the cop replied "get out of the car and hand over the weed you have been smoking and the devices you have bedn using" So we get out of the car, back up gets called in. They ask me if i had any weapons or any other forms of drugs in the car and I said no. Which was the truth, gave them the very small amount of weed I had, which was hardly enough for a oney. They tear apart my car searching for shit, find my stash can, which was one of those ones that is disguised as a can of pop, in there they found our pinchy, oney, eye drops and breathe mints.

So, my car gets towed, we both get two counts of Petty misdemeanors, and luckily not arrested. Thank whatever it be that pulls the strings of mens fate.

But if it was for a lesson learned, all I had been dealt with the hand of knowledge was to be more cautious and smart while chiefn. For just a mere two hours after, we walked to Scotts house and bought the eighth we had been waiting for. And then went to a 420 party that night.

It was a defeat, yet a semi-subtle victory in my stoner world.
Although, till this fucking day it has been the cause of me getting turned down by good ass jobs, and its almost been a year to that day now.



Hope that post wasnt to long.

Alive-And-Dreaming

no shit you are going to get caught if you smoke up in the Perky's parking lot.

 

Incu_Volta87

Actually if you read the story, it was in a parking garage well after we had left perkins lol

Lpwn_Ranger

I haven't read all the stories yet (I'm on page 64) but I have a story to tell.

About two weeks ago I was working on shooting a film for my German class, and I come home to grab a ski mask (part of the movie) and my parents are in my room repairing my blinds (I use them as a foot-rest). I got kind of nervous, my pipe was just sitting in my desk drawer, which was open! I see this and close it then leave with the ski mask. When I get back later that day my parents are downstairs and my pipe is on my dads desk. I pocket it and start freaking out, I've never been caught before, and I've been smokings since I was 13! I don't know what I was thinking by pocketing my pipe, but I still did. My dad then sees me coming out of his office and then he goes in, but I run to my room. He calls me down and says in these exact words "So... ...ummm.... ...I uh... ...I see you've got uhh... ...REEFER MADNESS!!!!" I'm dead serious. I just laughed and went upstairs to empty my pants of the brick I shat. This whole time I thought my dad was really anti-pot, but I guess as long as I don't get into trouble he's cool with it.

serialcultivator

yeah its much better to get caught by your parents. Some states really have it bad though. Here in colorado its trivial if you get caught with an ounce or less. My dealer lost count at 20 possession tickets. it makes me laugh every time i think about it. As for me, ive got three possession tickets and one paraphanelia ticket. I feel bad for those who live in states where you get arrested and taken to jail for having weed. it was that way when i lived in chicago. too bad.

Lpwn_Ranger

Heh, I've never done pot anywhere but Colorado, but I'm only 17, so I guess I wouldn't get in huge trouble anywhere really. Unless they tried me as an adult.

pmatanil

I has blazing and a cop car drove right by us and we ditched. We heard the cop brake violently but we had already turned around the corner and luckly got away. Now i only blaze in my backyard.