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eaglez771

I came REALLY close to getting caught yesterday... Heres the story:


i told my parents we were at a friends house when in reality, we were gettin fucked up on a 2g blunt. Turns out my mom decided to drive to my friends house, and she saw i wasnt there so she calls me (while im high) and starts freaking out asking where I was. I told her i was just near the downtown area, but she told me to come home immediately, so i did. I think i had like an hour and a half window between smoking and going home, but i was still scared SHITLESS. Im prolly not gonna be able to smoke, drink, party, or do anything for at least 3 months until i gain my parents trust again.


Also sucks that my mom like doesnt trust ANY of my friends now either...idk wut the hell im gonna do. Sucks having to stay clean for so long, but hey, its not worth taking the risk and getting caught. Im gonna have to be SUPER careful even after i gain my parents trust back.

 

Allieloopy

I'm the soccer mom type so no one usually suspects the lady in the minivan to be smoking (never w/my kids though.)
I was driving home after grocery shopping and had my pipe in my mouth and was waiting to come to a side street to light it again. I turned and there were two cop cars with police milling around outside in front of someone's house. My mouth opened and the pipe dropped in my lap and hot ashes fell all over me. I just kept cool and drove the speed limit until I could pull over and clean up the seats! I am never going to smoke in my car again as I really don't need to get caught. My husband doesn't know I smoke and if I get caught it could mess my life up big time. Oh well it's a moot point now, I haven't had a reliable hookup for months! I'll just live vicariously through you all.

Salvataggio

Next time a guy claims to be a cop without showing you a badge, speed the fuck off. Really just do it.

Hairy_Pothead_RN

Dude that sux, when I was growing up I smoked pot with off duty officers on many occasions, perhaps then it was just a little more tolerated, or I lived in messed up town with corrupt cops.

potboy

Funny stories. I have a few to share.

1. So I was home alone for about 1 hour, so I decided to call up one of my neighborhood buddys and walk up there to smoke. So its about a 10 min walk and I get there and he's not there, He took a journey to Walkgreens he said he'd be back in 30 min. I was like well fuck, thats 40 min wasted, 10 min walking home and 10 min to smoke. Sucked. So he finally got there and we went to his garage where he made a gravity bong and we started smoking. We both knew his mom was but she's cool with that shit. Matter of fact she's smoked with us before. But anyway she got mad cause his dad caught him and his dad hates pot. So she came to the garage to ask about laundry or some shit and shes like "I told you not to do that shit under my roof, the GARAGE is under my ROOF!!! if yall are gonna do that shit GO TO THE WOODS" so I was crafcking up for what felt like 15 min. So we walked to the woods and before we got there we saw cops walking around the woods, Be aware that he had a gravity bong in his hands, Not too easy to hide.

So we're like shit and start walking home, but we were so stoned we couldn't find the way back, even though the woods weren't but a football field away. We finnally got home and I was like shit, I gotta go to my place my moms gonna be home any minute. he was like fuck you and sprayed me with a hose, but it funny. So Im walking home and my phone starts to ring, it was little brother telling me that my mom was home. I argued whether or not to go back or go home. I decided to go home cause I was already stoned as fuck and didn't wanna get hosed again. So I come home and my mom was like "where were you" I said I was out skateboarding and she got all up in my face and looked me dead in the eyes for like 3 min. Then she went to room and I thought I heard her crying. Then she came storming out and was like GET IN THE CAR!!! As soon as got in she said we're getting you a drug test. I was like whateva go ahead I don't have shit to hide.

And she was like GOOD but she kept talkign to me. She actually got a chuckle or two about what I was sayin. She wanted to know where I was but I refused to tell her. And she said that she wouldn't tell my dad and wouldnt get me in trouble if I told her where I was and what I was doing. I finnally recorded her on my phone saying that and told her where I was. She asked what we were doing and made her agree again and said smoking. But I didn't specify what. Then she was like what were you smoking. I replied with ciggys and cigars. She said "did you know that people put weed in cigars" I was like whateva and she was like what did it smell and taste like. I said IDK I've never smoked weed and never smoked cigars so whateva IDK what i smoked.

Then she gave me a long talk about trust and whatnot and all I had to do was clean my room.


2. Weeks later i called the same guy but this time we hadaround 3 hours and he wanted to come to my house, so I let him. we smoked a bong in a circle in my backyard and the neighbor started mowing his lawn. He didnt see us at first and then he stoped mowing and just stared. I was like SHIT he's gonna say something but then i rememberd that those neighbors call the cops on my house damn near every week. So the local police have quit responding, which personally I think is funny as hell.

3. another day We were out smokign a bowl from a nice glass piece and then the next door neighbor came out not the same one as last time. The wind was blowing in their direction and they could smell it. They were pointing at us and my friend was just like "HOWDY HO NEIGHBOR, FINE DAY AINT IT" and they jsut went inside and it was funnyas hell



Please read all that, It took like 20min to write lol

 

potemkin

I've only been caught once, but it was with the best weed I have ever smoked. So one night I call a few of friends over (who we will call B, C and J) because I just got some really nice weed from a dealer that only sells really expensive shit (a half was 210 bucks). My friends seemed to think it was Jamaican Gold, but they're not really weed experts. While we were making a huge blunt it starts raining hard, so we come up with the baked idea to smoke in my attic. Now to get into and out of my attic can be dangerous even when you are sober. The entrance is a very steep wooden step ladder that folds and unfolds and creaks like all hell. Not only that, but once you're up the stairs you need to climb over a tower of boxes at an odd angle relative to the stairs to get to the only area it is possible to sit somewhat comfortably, and there is broken glass all over the floor. This was a good idea. So we take the big blunt up there and start smoking it. Holy shit this weed is amazing. The smoke went down so smooth and came out just as nice. It literally felt like we were not even inhaling smoke, and even the smoke smelled amazing. Once we exhaled, we just started coughing, but you could actually feel each cough getting you higher. After 3 big hits we were all pretty high. We continue to finish the entire blunt, and we were basically paralyzed. So now we needed to get out of the attic. One of my friends (C) cut his arm open, I hit my head on the side of the central air unit, and my other friend (B) fell down the steps, luckily he was already halfway down. My last friend (J) got out completely unharmed. So being completely fucked up we did a bunch of high shit and watched a lot of Tim and Eric Awesome Show (best show ever when you're high). I'm not quite sure when we all passed out, I didn't have the state of mind to check a clock ever, but I do remember seeing it start to get light out before we went to sleep. The next morning, we wake and bake immediately with another blunt. B and I get so high that we pass out moments later, and I wake up an hour later high as hell. So we go out back and finish the blunt and go along on our high day. I still haven't looked at a clock. Later, when me and my friends are playing halo3 (we only play when we're fucked up), my mom comes home suddenly, and presence of mind hits me. We have a soda can bowl sitting in the middle of the kitchen. So I run into the kitchen and grab the bowl and hide it real fast, then realize my fucking weed isn't in my pocket. I start looking all around for it, then go to look outside. The moment I come charging out the door I see my mom holding my bag of weed. This is when I realized that we were so fucked up that we haven't even thought of checking a clock, wondering when my mom was getting home, or, you know, NOT LEAVING MY SHIT OUTSIDE. She asks me about it and I give in, since I can usually talk my way out of things, and she used to smoke more than I do (she's from the 60's). She immediately flushes the remaining 1/8th down the toilet. That's 100 dollars worth of the best shit I've ever smoked literally down the drain. The really fucked up part is that after I have a long talk with my mom, she's okay with me smoking. So flushing my shit was pointless. The only good part of this story is that now I can smoke when my mom's home/not asleep. I tried getting the same shit from the same dealer, but I ended up getting some mediocre overpriced shit. Needless to say I don't deal with him anymore.

BuCk3t-h3aD

here's a couple for ya.......
1. A couple years back, before I really got into smoking MJ more than usual.... anyways me and my friends are out skating and one of my friends was all, lets go take a "break" (which at the time meant smoke a cig). So we head across the only highway around here and take a back trail to a really badass abandon house. We chill there maybe 20 mins. everybody relieves themself(this will come into play later on). So were walking up that same damn trail when the new undercover black cop car comes speeding around the corner on the highway and passes us, then we hear him do a U'ie then he pulls into the house's driveway right next to us(lucky for us there was a line of trees between us and the two cops, so my friends chunk their packs and all the crap they had). And so the cops get out and start yelling at us and one of my friends has his iPod on turned up loud and starts skating away and one cop runs after him with his fucking taser out. Me and my other buddy are yelling at him like hell's gonna freeze over or something and thank goodness he turns around and sees whats headed for him. So the cops search us for no reason, ask us questions that we can't answer(like why are there holes in the walls at that house,"Its fucking like 30 years old, how are we supposed to know? Everyone in our town fucks with this house, so don't go pointing fingers right away." and all this other shit). But here's the ironic part, when my friend went to take a piss on the old refrigerator thats there, he was yelling,"Here's my DNA mother fuckers!" IDK but that was not a good day after that...

2.I think it was either last year or this past Spring break I had those same friends over and another one, and I got this tiny tiny bathroom, perfect hotboxx room for 3 or 4 people. So anyways we all gather around and close the room up, i mean lock and key, we had the room like sealed off. But we had to fit two people in the shower on two chairs, one guy was on the toilet the other was gonna have to take the floor or a stool and lean on the door. My friend that was sitting under the showerhead was complaining about 5 seconds into the hotboxx that the water was dripping on him, so we get some masking tape and tape it off, and we continue with our hb. We had all damn day so we had music in there fucking we brought in munchies so we wouldn't have to leave and call it quits, we were in there a good 2-3 hours just baking it up. So we're all blazed and only one of my friends helps me clean up, (the other two were cousins and one always followed the other at that time). My friend is the one who doesn't smoke alot, and he's really really really blazed, and kept sitting down while we were cleaning. After we finished cleaning i aired the room out, turned the vent on and uncovered it, and then we left the house after it was aired out thinking everything was all good. But when i got home later that day, i find the powerade bottle we used as a bong and a roach that was thrown in it out on the table just sitting there and i remember hiding it somewhere, then a note folded under it saying, "take the tape off the shower head, DAD" So yea i was on the shit list for a few weeks, my pops said the head sprayed him when he took a shower that night, that's how he found it. I told him my friend was over, i guess he tried to play a prank on me.... didn't work.
SORRY I TYPED SO MUCH, but it's a good read!

imFADED

As amazing of a story that probably was I was so turned off once I saw that HUGE run-on. It doesn't bug me as much as other people but for future reference use paragraphs so people are more likely to take their free time and read it.

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Up In Smoke

Yesterday was a night for the books. Odd if you ask me.

My buddy calls me at around 1130pm. "Lets go out for a smoke, i'll pass by your place in 8 mins"

8 mins pass by, hes in my drive way waiting for me. We decided against going to the local park as some really horrible things had happened there a week prior.

We got back into my friends car, and drove off to a large park in the west end of the city. This place is massive. Its got at least 3 baseball diamonds, 10 Soccer Pads, A Ski Hill, an 18 hole golf course, a go cart track, and hectares and hectares of various lands, including water. This place was some what legit to stop and sit back and blaze in. The only deterrent was the fact that Toronto Police, Peel Region Police and OPP have jurisdiction over this place. We entered the park in the car, and immediately concluded it was extremely foggy, to the point we couldnt see our parking lot we were going to. Toronto is commonly known as "The Big Smoke" for this exact reason. We agreed that where we were, no one would be able to see us. The only way would via headlights, and it takes roughly 1 minute to complete the driveway going into the parking lot. We had ample time to clean up if we happen to see a crown vic's headlight coming in, or a Dodge Charger's headlight. We are self proclaimed experts when it comes to identifying cars by their headlights.

We got half way through a very sticky dank o rific spliffy when we saw a car come it. We were too worried, because it didnt look like a Crown Vic or a Charger. Apparently the park now has Security. They rolled up on us in a Jeep Wrangler and asked what we were doing.

"We're chillin', I take it you want us to get out of here?"

"Chillin' eh? well that depends, on what you mean by chillin"

"You know, just chillin'"

"Alrighty, I'll give you guys 20 mins to finish up, then im going to have to kick you guys out"

We didnt want anymore more potential trouble so we packed up and left right away. We were now faced with a new obstacle. We needed a good place to smoke. We drove back closer to my area and just did a few turns driving aimlessly. We then came across something very suspicious. There was a van with the back door opened with about 3 men with black outfits putting bikes into the back. We did a U'y to confirm what we saw, and noticed there was a TV and various items already in the Back. We called non emergency cops and explained what we were seeing. As we were on the phone with them, we did another quick pass by, only to realize that they were picking up Garbage that ppl didnt want, in which they left for garbage pick up. Thank God we called Non Emergency Police. They hung up or the line got disconnected, so we werent sure what exactly happened. After that whole ordeal, we quickly realized that it would no longer be safe to blaze in comfort in this area because we essentially called the cops to the area.

So we decided on an apartment building that was pretty quiet, and was being renovated at the time. As soon as we got there, a security guard was right there at the entrance. Obviously this was not our spot. We turned around at the end, and came back out towards the road when we saw the funniest thing ever; There was a man roughly 42 years old, with a suit on, drunk, and holding 3 flowers. It looked like he was either going to propose, or try to get his girlfriend back. This was at 120am. Quite Humourous.

We went back to my house to smoke the last joint pretty much in front of my neighbours house at 2am. Case and Point. Plan before you smoke.

RoadTrippin

After reading these I have come to a conclusion that it would be better if older teens (16-19) could openly talk to their parents about pot as I did at that age. It sure sound like alot of this could be avoided with a straight talk about weed, its effects and its stigmas.

It also seems less dangerous to have a parent allow their young adult/older teen living at home to use the garage/basement/attic/shed as a place to smoke. Its safe, you know where they are and with whom.

The way I broke it to my mom was to "purposely" get caught.

I got stoned and came into my mom's room and told her that I smoke pot, and we should talk about it. She saw that I was rational and logical, and not out raping women and doing PCP. And at the end of our talk, I told her I'd been high the whole time and it was time for me to make a sandwich and go read a book...I think she got the picture after that.

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