Never leave your stuff in your pants...

Okay, I nearly got caught. Read (sorry about the way its typed, I didnt wanna type it all out again so its copypasted from an IM convo)

I walk in to the laundry room and my dads doin laundry with my recently made bong right near him. (no bowl, or herb, and no water in it).
He found in a pair of my pants, that also had my bud bowl and lighters in it.(didnt find them, or i wouldnt be telling you about this)

So, I kinda shrug it off, he doesn't really press it. I'm known for doing random shit that seems like a good idea at the time and ends up ruining stuff, so he probally doesn't think much of it, just another hairbrained idea.

I move into my new school tomorrow, so I think he'll just forget it. I'm going to go down and get it from where I threw it away (under the sink in the laundry room, if he asks why I moved it ill say that the trash can was over flowing.)

I'm going to throw it away, or atleast say I did (and take out my trash so it kinda looks like I did). I really kinda wanna keep it cause it was nice.

haha, you shouldnt shit your pants to begin with

might be best to lay low for a little bit

Im not sure if the title was supose to be funny, but it made me crack up. I've had a few close calls with my parents too, i can never remember where my stuff is.

hahahha the title of the thread is unintentionally hilarious lol

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Never leave your shit in your pants...

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Haha, damn... the title is pretty damn entertaining. I knew exactly what he meant when I clicked on this thread, but that's some funny shit.

I had an ounce of this really expensive, really good Hawaiian bud about a month before I joined the Army. I always kept it in my pants, because my foster parents had no qualms about walking into my room and looking around. Well, I went to take a shit right before going to visit my brother-in-law for the last time before I went active duty.

I pulled the bag out of my pants, sat it on the dresser next to the toilet, took a crap, then headed to my brother-in-law's house. Yes, I missed a step in there! I left the bag on the dresser!

Well, about an hour later, at my brother-in-law's, I realized what I had done, but there was no fixing that problem. Got back home, dead silence, everyone giving me the stare of doom. So, I just said, 'Oh, you found that bag, eh?' They asked me how much it had cost, and I said $5. It was actually $200. But, being supah straight folks, they didn't know, and told me they'd flushed it down the toilet. (Ouch!)

They had a moral dilemma at that point, being foster parents under the auspices of the division of family services: they wanted the best for me, didn't want to screw up my joining the Army (which turning me in might have done), but at the same time they had a moral obligation to turn me in. So, no matter what they did, there was no 'right' answer. They came to the conclusion that their overriding obligation was to me, more than their obligation to follow juvenile court rules, so they just grounded me until I went active duty. Kinda funny, going from being grounded like a little kid to soldier, basically overnight.

You can bet I have never left a bag of pot laying *anywhere* after that experience. I really thought at the time that they were going to follow the rules and turn me in, and thereby screw up my whole life and make my plans for the future go up in smoke (so to speak). Heh.

Wow. Sounds like your Foster parents need to chill out a little bit.

it's a shame to hear about parents who actually care.

My parents are pretty cool with my habit.. somehow
Dad's a former hippie, mom's a nurse.. so of course SHE cares more.. but she doesn't stop me.

haha one time i left about a 1/8 (maybe a little more) in my jeans at a friends house and his mom found it and gave it to my mom who smoked like half of it then i found it and stole it back lol:jointsmile:

but now my mom doesnt care that i smoke she just wont let me do it in the house:thumbsup: