what is everybodys best almost got caught story?

My closest call I went to a friends house where everyone parties on Fri night to sell some dope. It was early, and no one was there except him and his wife, so I walked across the street to this girl's house I know. I no sooner walk in her door she ask me "who are all those people at Hubies?" So I look out the window, and just as I do about 10 flashlights come on. I think that her house may be next, so I bail out the back door and throw everything (weed, meth, and coke, all sale weights already bagged, plus a .380 pistol, and a roll of cash) into her neighbors yard. Then I walked out the front, through a bunch of cops, got in my car and drove off. They never looked at me twice.

did u get all ure stuff back?

Yeah, went back after things cooled down it was still there. Turns out the snitch that got him busted tried to get me about a month earlier, wanted to buy a bag of pot from me, after I just watched him buy a 1/4 from my friend. So I'm thinking if he wanted a half, why didn't he buy one? I ask him, and he gave me some bullshit answer, so I told him I didn't have anything. My friend told me later "I knew he was a snith, that's why I charged him $30" Dumbest man I ever met.

i certainly hope you tuned that guy up.

Not me, personally, but at that point in my life I had a couple guys on the payroll just for that purpose.

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lol...I bet.

Once I was in Maryland spending a weekend with two cousins of mine. Well I'm talkin to my cuz Sam and asking him questions about his Mom which is currently at the library. I asked him where his Mom worked and he tells me, The gov't. I was like, yea I know this much, but what does she do for the gov't? He just shruggs and says, "shes not allowed to tell anyone.'' which leaves the following possiblities.
1. CIA.
2. FBI.
3. DEA.
And me being a pot head, none of these options are to my liking.
Well Sam & I were sitting there discussing this while taking hits from a glass bong I had brought with me. When you know who comes home. Sam flips out and just walks straight outside to my car, leaving me to deal with HIS mother. So I hide tha bong, take the weed with me, and freshen up a bit in tha bathroom. I explain to his mother we're going to the mall. After I returned home to Virginia, I called Sam to see if his Mom had ever said anything, about the smell or something of that nature. He said she never noticed a thing, and it turned out I forgot to shut his door...which surprizes me that she didnt smell a thing.

Those are some pretty good stories. I've had a few close calls too. One with mailboxing like 20 houses, but there's a woods that we smoke in everyday, and one day we were outta pot, outta $, so we just went and hung-out, and two cops came down, there was me, my gf, my friend, and my friend and his gf(who were having sex in the back of the woods), so all but them slipped away, and my friend and his gf had to convince the cops we werent doing anything although there was a bong layin on the ground and mary jane spray-painted on a peice of wood. Good Times...