Avoiding the cops/Not getting caught stories

I was smoking in a hotel room with a couple of people I worked with one night. I had an ounce in my jacket along with pills and a bowl hidden in a secret pocket. I also had rolling papers and a White Owl in my pocket. The cops show up saying we were too loud and saw one of the roaches on the table. We get searched and they flush the roach. He let me keep the papers and blunt. What scared the shit outta me was that the cop picked up my jacket and I heard the pills rattle, but he never found any of it. The fucked up thing was that one of the cops was a regular customer of ours.:D

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Originally Posted by thepopesmokesdope

fuck the stinking pig dogs cunts of cop

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Well, that's a really mature way of looking at it. But...

If you think about it, you're doing something illegal. Don't ever forget that. No matter how much you think that the drug should be legal, it's not. Yet. If you're doing something dumb and you get cought, it's your own fault, not the cops for enforcing the laws. It's their job. Do you think that people who have to shovel shit enjoy it? Hell no. They do it because it's their job, not because they have some sick pleasure of it.

I've been arrested before for possession of marijuana and parephenelia. I was sorta apologetic to the cop that arrested me for making him stand outside (it was in the winter) and he was just like, "Look son, I'll just let you off with a warning. Don't do this shit again, because if I catch you again after letting you go, I will ensure that you go to jail." Takes the fucking handcuffs off me, and says, "Do you need a ride back to your dorm?" I say no and just walk off, thankful that I can hold my hands however the hell I want.

That tough attitude that you saw the rappers doing the other day on MTV isn't really going to work.

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Originally Posted by SmokingPlatypus

That tough attitude that you saw the rappers doing the other day on MTV isn't really going to work.

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wtf...

man, do I have some stories.

Ok, so last week we were at my buddy's grad party. It's like, 1 in the morning, and we were sittin in my car about to roll a fat ass dutch to cap off the night. So there were 4 of us in my car, one of us was rolling the dutch. Anyhoo, a couple other kids from the party left to go get some wood up the road. About a minute after they leave, I get a phone call from one of them saying "Get the fuck out of the car, there's a cop on his way down the road, go!!!". So my buddy rolling the dutch cupped the weed and unrolled dutch and we ran about 200ft to hide. We made it into the backyard just as the cop drove by.

The one time I tripped on shrooms we took a walk to go get some pizza. We got the pizza and I was already a little freaked out cause it was my first trip. We're eating it outside when all of a sudden 2 cops go flying by doing about 90, then turn and shoot up another road, hauling major ass. By now I'm completely freaked (2 grams for my first time = not good idea), and just when I think it's over 3 more from the other direction come out around 90 and turned down the same road. Then 4 MORE with their lights on flew past us. So I'm wicked nervous, and my friend is trying to calm me down a bit. As we're walking through the neighborhoods back home, I turn and see a cop sitting at the entrance to another neighborhood over. we made it back safely, without one encounter.

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Originally Posted by Captain Jack Sparrow

"I don't care about weapons... Do you have any Marijuana?"

lmao, sounds like that cop was desperate for some ganj. :thumbsup:

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i was thinkin the same thing ahah

This is a great thread very amusing keep it going.:rasta:

Okay one close call, me and two friends were smoking a blunt in the park one day and a cop casually walked up to us and laughed at us as he approached us. My friend chucked the blunt in a bush on the side (thinking he didn't see it of course), and the cop simply asked him not to litter, laughed, looked at all of our eyes (obviously aware we were just both stoned and scared shitless), and had some fun with us. I had a feeling he was messing with us, but my two friends were really shooken up. So the cop just tells us to go into the back by the woods so that none of the young kids in the park can see us and they don't have any problem with it.

So it goes to show all cops aren't assholes about it as long as you are playin it smart. They really don't bust any balls about it for the most part around here, as there are only $100 fine and confisgation if they catch you. If the rest of the world were like this it would be a better place. Smoking Marijuana shouldn't be a crime, but I agree with the stance that it shouldn't be publicaly advertised or anything.

Man we just got rid of our asshole cops. We voted in another Sheriff ,the old sheriff and one of the storm trooper deputies got voted out. But anyways this brings me to my own story.
It was during the county fair this summer me and my brother were 24 bud lights deep whipping around in the stroker, when we decided to go help a friend pull his pickup home after he had wrecked it into the bank of a country road after leaving the fair the night before. After we had completed this task we went back to his house and drank goodly amounts of Canadian Springs whisky (cheap but effective). Directly after this it was time to drop my brother off at his car and go home. I made it past the first two towns with some minor incidences. I'm at the entrance to the country road that takes me home. So I'm feeling victorius so I squeel my tires all the way across the highway whip it into 3rd , and loose traction for about 40 feet when I hit the gravel. Well theirs a turn around in the corner between the highway and my road and in this turn around their is a State P in a chevy pickup. So I start hauling ass he starts hauling ass. Now the very first time you go down into the cayons on my road their is a bridge that should have a curve to it but does not. I figure this bridge is on a 10% grade. You either have to slow down to thirty-five or whip into and then power out of it. I did it alot faster than normal. I looked back to see the cop in the ditch. The next morning I had to explain to my dad why the left corner of the bumper is bent in but thats a hell of a lot easier and less expensive than dealing with the law. I was going to mow my grandmas when I saw the tracks that cop realy hot footed back to the highway. Number 2 in funnest night.
The hard driving instinct is hard to resist.

Ok, so i'd just gotten back from Los Angeles after a three week holiday there, and i'd brought 3 quarters of an ounce of grandaddy purpz through customs strapped to my crotch.

Two of my friends and i went to this local park that shares a wall with my school and started smoking from my new pipe that i also bought in LA, I look around and see some fuker looking out his skylight at us and i'm like "I bet that fuckers gonna call the cops"...i was of course being sarcastic.

So about 2 bowls in my pipe later i hear this car pulling up outside the parks fence (can't see cuz of a hedge). I look through a small gap in the hedge to the car and read on the side "Gardai" which is the Irish police force, then through another gap in the hedge i see a cop looking in at us and then start to run towards the entrance of the park (there is only one).

So i'm like "SHIT, ITS THE FUKIN PIGS, RUN!!!"...so we start to run to the wall the park shares with my school, we navigate roundthe barbed wire and jump down the 8 foot drop into my school grounds. Then we run to the back of the grounds and jump this massive fukin fence into a back alley and over another gate onto a main street, then we start walking back to my house...but we take a wierd route so as to avoid the local police station.

Just as we come to a cross roads another cop car pulls up besides us and stops, then when i had to make the desicion "Bolt or chill?" I decided to chill and just turned around, pretended to say something to one of my friends, and then led us into the local public library where we hid out for the next hour or so untill we thought things where cool. Then we went back to my place and satisfied our munchies.

gettin chased is the shit.