I Love to Hate :: Answering the door to the Police

No not Sting and his lot, the boys in blue the old bill, the filth - whatever you wanna call 'em....

As far as a group of people to meet when stoned, Cops are not my preferred choice.

So answering the door today (yeah OK its only 3pm I'm having 4:20 early) after finishing a few bowls of Purple Kush - to be faced with a copper wasn't good. My eyes weren't red they were purple :stoned:

Turns out the neighbours got burgled and they were just checking out the local area. The house reeked of weed but I had just finished cooking some bacon (oh the irony) so I stepped outside with him for a chat.

Funny how you can get friendly with a neighbourhood copper when you want him the fuck away from your house? Man we shot the breeze about all sorts of things (It's a sunny day and cops will tend to to slack-off) and half the street came out and set the world to rights - we agreed on crime issues and really bent the ear of this copper. After a good half hour he got on his bike, waved us off and carried on oblivious.

LOL If they only knew I was blazed - not answering the door would have been much less fun :D

So what does everyone Love to Hate when stoned? Standing in line at the Cashier! Ordering food in the take-away! Dealing with Parents! Hiding it from your pets? Who knows....

If this story is a bit, well, weird that's because I pretty much wrote it as-is

A couple of weeks ago I had to talk to a cop high. I was over at my friend's house and she has this annoying fucking neighbor living below her who will call the cops if they can hear their TV or music after like 8 o'clock. They don't even play it loud, it's like the volume of somebody talking. So one night it was me, my friend, and her roommate and we were smoking out of her roommate's bong, and drinking beer, and we hear knock on the door.

My friend looks out the window and sees a cop car. My friend locks the door, takes the bong and they go into one of the back bedrooms. I don't know what else to do so I follow them. My friend says she can't answer the door because she already has a ticket for a noise ordinance and can't get in trouble again. Her roommate is 19 and there's beer bottles all over, so that was a no-go too. I'm the only one who can talk to the cops, so we come up with a quick cover story and I go answer the door while they hide in the back room.

I tell the pig at the door that it's just me here, and I was watching TV. He asks me how long I've been living here, and I tell him it's not my place. He takes my ID and writes some shit down in his little piggie notebook, and then leaves. I hate talking to the cops sober, but if I have to do it high I get really nervous. I couldn't stop myself from shaking for several minutes.

So is anybody with a gun. I don't like when people show up at my door with a fucking killing device.

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Originally Posted by Delta9 UK

The house reeked of weed but I had just finished cooking some bacon (oh the irony)

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jokes, whenever I'm driving with my dad around my area and we see cops I always shout out "Smell bacon?" I always get dirty looks, well fuck it freedom of speech :D

I love to hate giving directions to tourists in london, I always send them to China

I have problems with queueing in lines for stuff when I'm baked, especially in the daytime.. I don't get paranoia, I just, like, wanna get the fuck away from there.. lol

i hate cops...99% of them

when me and my ex girlfriend had our own place we were in the backyard with some of my friends smoking this zong my ex got me. anyways my ex's brother had a warrant and had been totally evading the cops because of whatever shit he was in, and they thought he was at our house but we would never let him stay there. so anyways we were blazing my zong in the backyard and they came in all askin us shit and bla bla. this rookie cop found my zong and kept trying to show the seargent or whatever and when he finally did the seargent guy laughed at it and said 'so what? its their house and were not looking for a bong'. he totally burned that rookie cop and told me i could do what i want in my own home anytime.

i was scared because i thought he was gonna smash that thing and i had just gotten it. but it worked out fine! there was still bud in the bowlpiece too while the cop was holding it.

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Originally Posted by halfassedjediknight

when me and my ex girlfriend had our own place we were in the backyard with some of my friends smoking this zong my ex got me. anyways my ex's brother had a warrant and had been totally evading the cops because of whatever shit he was in, and they thought he was at our house but we would never let him stay there. so anyways we were blazing my zong in the backyard and they came in all askin us shit and bla bla. this rookie cop found my zong and kept trying to show the seargent or whatever and when he finally did the seargent guy laughed at it and said 'so what? its their house and were not looking for a bong'. he totally burned that rookie cop and told me i could do what i want in my own home anytime.

i was scared because i thought he was gonna smash that thing and i had just gotten it. but it worked out fine! there was still bud in the bowlpiece too while the cop was holding it.

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lol, sweet

I love to hate dealing with my parents. Not anymore though, since I moved out they have sort of just let me be, but before It always got my heart beating overtime knowing that if I didnt play my cards right, I was done for and my parents would take my car, money and any one of the prescious drugs they would find on me if they just looked. Sometimes I got busted and most times I got away. It was like a fun game to me.

I don't mind dealing with cops when I'm high... I usually see them at work, and I like to walk in the city when baked. Pass by 'em, they're pretty nice to me. Shoot the breeze with 'em when my eyes are RED... I've never had a problem with cops yet. So far.