The Tale of the Pocket's Hole

This isn't really a thread to reply to I suppose...but feel free to. Here goes...

Scrapped together some bits and pieces into makeshift doobie this humid afternoon. The sweat trickled down the bridge of my nose as the doobie was completed with a final flick of the tounge. I then proceeded to perform my ritualistic set of tasks before ingniting the doobie.
Get hair out of the lighter range. Check. Wait for what little breeze there was to die down. Check. Glance at the sky and a nearby tree and embrace the beauty of nature. Check. Lastly the lighter and guest of honor, a slightly moistened doobie. Double check.
So I light the thing a take a hit. Four hits later I feel the welcoming and long-awaited feeling of climbing into the subconscious. It was magic I tell you...magic. My thoughts are now much more complex yet I speak them in single words.
So I get up from my cubby-hole in the backyard and walk around to the car-port to finish up the doobie. I proceed to smoke the doobie as if it were my last bit of oxygen in a tank. About this same time my mom comes rolling up the drive-way about 30 miles per hour (pretty damn fast for a drive-way.)
I instantly see my plans of telling her I smoke rather than getting caught go up in flames. So as I was putting the metaphorical flames out I acted out the first of ten other ideas racing through my skull to dispose the remaining portion of doobie. Into the pants pocket of course! Still lit of course!
I gave myself a pat on the back for the quick thinking, but soon realized the apparent disadvantages of having a lit doobie in my pocket. The embers also reminded of this, giving the message to my leg to relay through to the brain. I sang a song of curses as I slapped my leg trying to put the thing out.
All of this happened while my mom was still driving up the drive-way. I know I am caught. The sweat and humiliation sets in immediatley. I stand there like a dumbass trying to act casual. Standing there as if I just like to do it as a pass-time or something. I began walking to her car. She waves me off. I can not see the look of rage on her face through a glare on the glass.
Around this time I can't tell if my stomach is lodged in my throat or dragging behind me. She backs out of the drive-way and drives off without a word. Son-of-a-bitch! I could not beleive I was caught this easily. I never saw it happening to me. But here it is. It is so real.
I check my pocket for the doobie. It was the first time I never wanted to smoke. I felt around my pocket a second time and noticed a new hole burned into it, probably the size of a dime (coin heh.) I retreat into the house and "Dazed and Confused" is on the AMC channel. I watch the conclusion to that and my mom comes back home. She asked what I had burned. I replied that I had not burned anything. She accused me of burning ''those damn incense'' again.
Thinking it was a trap I just mumbled something along the lines of "Oom nah yuhm". My mom apologized for leaving so abruptly. She claimed to have forgotten to go by the store to pick up something to eat tonight. She was waving goodbye not shaking it out of anger! Again I could not tell exactly where my stomach was located. The sweat on my brow evaporated almost immediatley. The high was one of the best I have had in awhile, aside from burning a hole into my pocket. Now I can't hold a pen or money in it anymore.

Well, if you're still with me I appreciate it. Anything similar? Again comments are welcome wether it be a "Fuck you." "That reminds me of the time I..." or anything else you guys can think of.

that reminds me of the time...that i was smokeing a doob and loe and behold a not-so-good freind of mine calls...seems to me they always call while i'm getting high...maybe it's a sign...my dad knocks and i open the door trying to act like i didn't just slaughter a skunk in my ultra comfy chair,he go's "what the smell are you smokeing weed?"(he's a smoker too BTW)i mumbled something,and said "i need to take this call" he walks into my room and asks were my weed is and i say i don't have anymore(which is true) but my little metle pipe is sitting on the desk(has a fimo wrap around with the danceing dear of the Ungratefull Dead on it,hence the name Smokey the Bear ;) )and he looked right at it,no way he could have missed it,he looked at the pipe and then glance at me with that all to knowing fellow stoner look and says"Just don't smoke in the house".i nearly shat myself,but the whole time i had a huge grin on my face and afterwards i went and got a nug from his stash(he was asleep on the couch undoutably stonned off his rocker)and have two bowls,over all a good night.now a days i leave my 29 inch homemade bong and my two new glass pipes out on my bedside table with my weed right next to them,i love the privacy he gives me,he said(and i quote)"i smell the shit all the time and don't say anything" so i can smoke when,where,why,and how i want as long as i'm not blowing smoke in his face :).good luck with your Mum,hope she takes it well when you tell her

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Originally Posted by KronicKing

that reminds me of the time...that i was smokeing a doob and loe and behold a not-so-good freind of mine calls...seems to me they always call while i'm getting high...maybe it's a sign...my dad knocks and i open the door trying to act like i didn't just slaughter a skunk in my ultra comfy chair,he go's "what the smell are you smokeing weed?"(he's a smoker too BTW)i mumbled something,and said "i need to take this call" he walks into my room and asks were my weed is and i say i don't have anymore(which is true) but my little metle pipe is sitting on the desk(has a fimo wrap around with the danceing dear of the Ungratefull Dead on it,hence the name Smokey the Bear ;) )and he looked right at it,no way he could have missed it,he looked at the pipe and then glance at me with that all to knowing fellow stoner look and says"Just don't smoke in the house".i nearly shat myself,but the whole time i had a huge grin on my face and afterwards i went and got a nug from his stash(he was asleep on the couch undoutably stonned off his rocker)and have two bowls,over all a good night.now a days i leave my 29 inch homemade bong and my two new glass pipes out on my bedside table with my weed right next to them,i love the privacy he gives me,he said(and i quote)"i smell the shit all the time and don't say anything" so i can smoke when,where,why,and how i want as long as i'm not blowing smoke in his face :).good luck with your Mum,hope she takes it well when you tell her

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Can I move in?

But seriously Ae.. damn.. that's a damn close call.. I'd probably have just dropped it and stepped on it if you could've.. *whew* That's rediculous.. Good job.

well it was down to the roach so when i heard the phone ring i put it out for some reason,just a strong suspicion,guess that payed off,but it is cool not haveing to worry about if your stuff will be there when you get home from school or wether your nosey ass mum or dad have "cleaned your room"

Man I can laugh at it now, but yesterday I was still a little jumpy. It's weird thinking I could have been caught that easily. Stepping on it wouldn't have worked out too well because I was standing right at the backdoor. Like I said the pocket was the first idea that came to mind. I just acted on that one because it was all I had time for.

Hopefully soon I can have the same freedom's about smoking you have KronicKing.

Lmao well told :)

Ya see the happy times you have when your high? Great story man!

Did the similiar thing with a Zippo lighter, sparked up the last of my jay and put the Zippo straight in my jacket pocket. Burnt a huge hole!! Wot a twat!

Peace

Buddy

back in the day.....We were at a friends house passin a fat one in his living room with the front door open, he lived in the rear apt so it didnt seem a problem. I was taking a big hit when someone banged on the screendoor. I looked up and very calmly palmed the joint and pressed it to my leg. It was 2 officers at the door! We all were ready to shit at this point. They were there to bust my friend fo selling scripts. thankfully he sold everything about an hour before and all they found was a large bottle of tylenol.
They had to smell it,we had the joint in progress! That was 22 yrs ago, cops werent the major pain in the asses they are today. I have never seen 4 people sweat so much in my life! We were stunned to say the least when they left without a word about smoke at all. After the shock wore off we laughed so hard we needed to spark that joint I palmed to chill. I had a blister for a day, but I didnt get busted.

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Originally Posted by ladyM

back in the day.....We were at a friends house passin a fat one in his living room with the front door open, he lived in the rear apt so it didnt seem a problem. I was taking a big hit when someone banged on the screendoor. I looked up and very calmly palmed the joint and pressed it to my leg. It was 2 officers at the door! We all were ready to shit at this point. They were there to bust my friend fo selling scripts. thankfully he sold everything about an hour before and all they found was a large bottle of tylenol.
They had to smell it,we had the joint in progress! That was 22 yrs ago, cops werent the major pain in the asses they are today. I have never seen 4 people sweat so much in my life! We were stunned to say the least when they left without a word about smoke at all. After the shock wore off we laughed so hard we needed to spark that joint I palmed to chill. I had a blister for a day, but I didnt get busted.

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that is simply an amazing amount of good luck : :D i've been smokeing out on my back porch and had to throw a joint into my pocket because the gate of the fence opened,turns out grandma had come early and heard me singing(cd player)it burnt a hole at the top of my pocket,but nothing can fall out,scared me untill i realized she had obviously never smelled pot smoke before

yeah, once i was stoned...my jacket pocket had a hole in it, and since i was pleasantly blazed i had forgotten...me and a friend go for a walk at about 1 in the morning, best time to smoke outside...we rolled 2 fairly fat joints and put them in our pockets...we walked to the park and were gunna light up when, to my horror, MINE WAS GONE!!! it was one of the saddest things i have ever seen...we found it later sitting in his driveway... the little guy, wrapped in what i thought of as a white blanket, looked a bit lonely so i lit em up...