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innervision311

I remember reading a story by someone on these boards long ago about how he got busted in his dorm room because the police asked if they could talk with him. In cop talk that means "Can we come in and search your domicile?"

I guess if they ask to talk to you and you say yes, that gives them permission to come in and search whatever they want. If the heat ever shows up at your front door my suggestion is to open the door, walk out to them, close the door behind you, then converse.


Damn dude those are some weak ass neighbors. What the hell is the point of that. It's like slashing someone's tire just because you know it ruins their day. What kind of sadistic pig fucker would feel good about calling the police and supporting the war on personal freedom? It would be one thing if someone saw you driving around smoking and called the police but you're in your own home. WTF is wrong with people?? Whoever called you out deserves to be kicked in the head by a zebra and a world cup soccer player for three straight hours. Karma will hopefully get that person right in the ass...

 

negaDuck

I may have posted this before, but there was this one time......


Ok, it was supposed to be a halloween party, but then my crew of friends never did like to do anything on time. We had made 5 gallons of PuertoRican Gangbangs, a drink similar to junglejuice and about as strong as Long Island Iced Tea tha night before Haloween '99. I called a few people to test it out, make sure it was good and all, maybe smoke a little dro, and ended up with a NUMBER of people there. Everyone was dressed up in their costumes and we were doing offtopics of all papered and drinkable sorts, my poor wife had just had her tonsils out and was dispensing some offtopic syrup as well. More and more people showed up and it turned into a full blown party. I moved everyone down to tha party room in tha basement, music and laserlights going, fairies and monsters sitting under a cloud of smoke...a few of tha more artistic were having a rolling contest. we had alot to play with, so tha greens flowed like niagra.
Now, with upwards of 35-40 people smoking constantly, judging tha contest tha only way it should be judged...by smoking tha entries...there was a cloud that was so thick it was effecting tha laserlights and burning our eyes. During a break in tha music, i heard a loud knock on my front door upstairs. Thinking it was tha one person that hadn't shown up yet, i ran to answer it without looking through tha peephole first. I was amazed to note that tha living room had gotten foggy from tha festivities downstairs, and opening tha door, my sphincter puckered up tight enough to cut diamonds when a nice chunk of smoke flew out into two PO's faces. Shit.
Tha first one asked what was going on, what was tha smell he caught..."smells like marijuana son"
"no officer, that is just my incense" i said blankly, looking to see if there was a paddy wagon or k9 in tha area.
"mind if we come in?" said tha second
"yeah, i do."
"well, why?" said tha first, trying to divert my attn between them i'm sure.
"I don't like unknown people in my house, how can i help you?" i smiled, trying to seem helpful. They said that they were looking for a guy named Mike Meyers....what??? Ok, Ok....i don't know anyone by that name in real life...thank you goodbye.
"I noticed a lot of cars out here, you having a party?" one of them said, looking over my shoulder at tha smoky livingroom, music banging downstairs...laughter tinkling between tha beats.
"No, officer...why would you think that?" if looks could kill i wouldn't be writing this....tee hee
"a number of these cars belong to those that we know deal drugs...who all is in there?" he asked, again craning his thick neck to see if he could catch any sights. My living room was clean so i didn't worry.
"Do i have to tell you officer?"
"Yes, son...you do"
"HAH....no i don't, where is your search warrant officer?" I laughed, fucking blazed and now tha off topics were kicking in...hard. I won't even get into what i was seeing right then, but i knew I had them in tha palm of my hand for once, instead of tha other way around.
"Do we need one?" they asked in unison
"Yeah, in america you do....good night" and tha door, just shy of slammed, shut in their faces.
Now, even though it was a good time for me, almost needed a cig after that experience, i won't lie...i was shaken. I went downstairs and paused tha music, looking into tha sea of faces that had started to morph in odd ways, matching their costumes. Mountains of weed on many trays had been hidden quickly...but i knew they were still there. I looked down into tha face of one particularly beautiful fairy and said
"tha cops just came by...I told them that without a search warrant they won't get in here, nor will i tell them any info on who is here. If you all want to leave now, i'd suggest doing it one by one, and i'll watch your weed or whatever for tha night or so." Damn that girl was hot...and there was something about tha way her wings were glittering..........
Someone, probably Jay, handed me a monster spliff, and I saw a tulip get sparked...pat on my back and a cheers to my level headedness on tha search warrant tip. Tha trays made a reappearance, god there must've been 9lbs. Music once again throbbed through my bones, shaking my vision, tha laser light flickering and dancing as if it were conscious.
About an hour later, my friend finally showed up, apparently he'd come at tha wrong time, and kept walking when he saw rollers talking to me. He did confirm that they were still out there, but they'd have to do alot of work to get in my house. We ended up outlasting them, noone going home until tha sun rose, making us all squint. What a sight, a few dozen costumed twentysomethings with dying buzzes and newborn hangovers stumbling to their cars in tha stark light. I passed out with my girl's head on my chest, my lungs absolutely cashed and tha most beautiful colors passing by on tha insides of my eyelids.

Ok, that got long, but moral is...no search warrant, no coming inside/no info.

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SmkrSuperHero

I work at a hotel, and what ive been told is that the cops do need a sort of warant, dondt remember the exact name for it, but thye do need a sort of document otherwise the hotel can get sued. This type of thing happened back in January this year where i work, and we did not let the cops go in the room by givign them a key or anything, and the people would not open their door either. the cops ended up havign to come back with that sort of warent, and that gave them permission to go in the room, they eneded up having to knock the door down. they were dealing hardcore narcotincs. but you do need a type of warent, for the hotel since it is no public domain.

thats what ive been told. hope its right, let me know if you know other wise :-D

BongMan420

Ya my dumb ass believed the cops when they said they just wanted to see if anybody was hurt

I let them in and they instantly went from being helpful to being demons. They searched my house and found a bunch of leaves in my freezer I was going to make into hash (a friend of a friend had given them to me) gave me a felony for those;

found 3 offtopic blue footballs that weren't even mine and gave me another felony for them;

I gave them the half-o I had to get them to go away, but I was so green I didn't know they always say that and then railroad you...

Plus they stole my one-of-a-kind Chameleon Glass sidecar bubbler from me on top of it. I begged them to leave the pipe too, they thought it was really funny

They also found 32 id cards on our way out. These had been given to me by a friend a day before to use to break up off-topic things instead of using your id card, he had worked for this old security company back in the day that went under after 9/11.

The cops thought I was a terrorist (or I guess hoped I was so they could get two gold stars instead of just a silver one for the felonies) What idiots thinking back on it, but at the time they really made me believe they were all felonies to even have. I freaked out- life in prision they were saying, that or close to it.

The charges never happened because the cards weren't active and they were very old. The cops tried calling me at work seeing if I would turn in my friend who took them but I laughed at them. I gave them a false name and said goodbye. I'm not sure what he really did wrong by not destroying them, he didn't steal them or anything... But I thought it was funny they tried to get me to turn him in after they had done what they did to me. Like I'm going to help them... I hope I sent that bastard on a wild goose chase after he tried to ruin my life "for my own good"...

The worst day of my life insued, I posted about it before but it's very long and dramatic

blondie0420

Did you continue to live next to those neighbors after that all happened? Personally, I would've moved away and then come back a few months later to slash their tires or something. Seriously.

I'm all for karma and "what goes around comes around" sort of thing, but what kind of uptight bitches were they? How old were they? I'm just wondering, assuming they're older, what were they doing - just walking around with whistles in their mouths throughout all of the '60s and '70s?

If it was my neighbors that called the cops on me, I'd make them regret it. PM me if you'd like me to send you the number of a guy who will break their knees for you.

Just kidding... maybe.

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Cheeba_Killa99

Are the police allowed to search someone's house because of a noise complaint? I would think that that would only give them the power to threaten whoever was making too much noise.

JETDRO

yeha the best thing to avoid cops on your property is to turn down the music and dont do anything visible to the street. and if a cops at your door, can u tlak to him through the door and say u dont wanna open the door?

tehbagel

Open the door, step outside, and close the door behind you. Refuse any searches without a warrant.

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