Your closest call..

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Originally Posted by Polymirize

Which just goes to show that if you keep your head straight, and are decently respectful, cops aren't the worst people.

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Totally the key. Some might subscribe to the method in which you disregard keeping a believable facade and instead just assert their rights to not get searched no matter how sure the cop is in his mind you have weed. Both are effective, but I find it's easier to just play the role that will keep the cop's mind the furthest from the notion that you have contraband. The first and often only thing that makes cops suspect you have something illegal is your presentation, whether it's personal appearance or how you carry yourself. If you have the ability, you just need to put your mind where it would be if you had absolutely nothing to hide and see the cop as an honorable and friendly public servant and he won't see you as a criminal that you're not.

That said, I've had a lot of contact with police with pot in my possession and I've never once been issued even a citation. One time I was pulled over for expired tags and I had a loaded bong with water in it in an open pouch on the passenger side floor which I pretty much had to prop up with my hand so it didn't spill bong water while talking to the cop like a normal sober citizen. Another time I had drank like 40 oz. of strong beer and had shrooms and weed in the car and got pulled over for speeding the cop even did the little flashlight eye test to see if I was sober. I guess I passed cuz he didn't pursue the matter. Okay!

Groundhog Day 07:

Me and a few friends have a nice blunt rolled and are smoking in the backroads of an unfamiliar town, cause our parents were at a coffee shop with Open Mic. This day was the most foreshadow of my life. First, earlier that day, K said "No one is going to fuckin care if we are smoking!" Second, while smoking, we pass a cops house. So we're behind the coffee shop, all done smoking, fucked up, no weed on us, but we had a bowl in one of the camera bags. We're about to head in, when all of the sudden a cop car pulls around the corner talking about a complaint about kids hanging around a loitering(not the first time it's happened to us).

"Alright, We were just heading back in." But the cop didnt take that. He Told us to wait, and told us to get against the wall. He gets our names and addresses, asks us if we have anything, etc. Then another cop pulls up, and Just sorta watches us. He sees my pen and pencil bulging out of my pocket, because I tend to draw, alot. They take that and decided to search all of our pockets, stealing my kickass gel pen in the meanswhile. We say we had lighters for incense, candles ,etc.

Then He gets down to Toon(nickname). He shines the light directly in Toons eyes, and Toon is sorta blinded now. The cop tells him to get back on the curb, but toon trips over it and the cop immediatly is like Woah this kid is messed up.

I, in my opinion and others, came off as the most sober and calm to the cops, and they took me out of the line and started questioning me about what Toon was on, pills, other drugs, etc. Naturally I'm telling them he's completely sober we dont do any of that. Now we all smell like weed and have red eye :P.

Eventually, employees of the coffee shop, who are thankfully our high school friends come out, and so do Toon and Jer's parents, who clear things up with the cops. Then Toon's mom informed all of our parents, and we're all just getting off grounding. yay! Except Toon, who's grounded for 38u94082390482 months.

Yeah, Cops suck when they're not the chill kind.

had pick up on local field , which i previously walked across with a golf club [pw] and about a dozen balls.intending to wait in pub for call n walk back.of course the call was late so as walking back itwas dark so not see balls i lost earlier untill got to midway n thier was truck light illuminating my searh,didnt pay any mind at all just browsing for balls. same time i meet the delivery dude with my 2kg of soap bar[resin]i take carrier bag with the slabs look around and the delivery dude was walking real fast and about 50 yards away,id not noticed becuse still ogling for balls so when i seen him in distance walking like he was training for olympics n then the thick atmosphere of prison dawned as truck turned into a police riot van. fuck that was some rush man,not at all good BUT i kept cool kept swinging my club through long grass ya know playing it off , real close call. in reflection TRUST NO ONE, FRIENDS FAMILY, NO ONE.drop off dude should have signaled but only thought of his own neck we were 30 year pals , school pals. be safe stoners ... hope that makes sence BB

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Originally Posted by burnable

Some might subscribe to the method in which you disregard keeping a believable facade and instead just assert their rights to not get searched no matter how sure the cop is in his mind you have weed.

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I hear you man. And actually, I'm in that school as well. But I've only had a cop request to search once, and I told him no I was in a hurry. But its so easy to head that off by just being considerate. I pull over, stash my goods, and turn on the dome light so that he can see my hands and leave them on the steering wheel. Cops are far more worried about getting shot than whether or not you have bud (in my area at least).
When they can walk up without having to yell at you to keep your hands in sight, they usually stay in a pretty good mood.

It's the people who can't come to grips with their hate and just scream "fucking pig" through their eyes that always seem to get reamed by the cops. And I'm all for that most of the time.

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deep fellas,jus rolled spliff wrong way round lol not done in long time
...wasted

bbirdy, I honestly can't understand a word you're saying.


So long story short basically, me, my best friend, her boyfriend and the guy i was fucking at the time were all at this gated park smokin' a (delicious pina colada) blunt at like 11:30-12 at night. I'm pretty buzzed and we all are for the most part and we start to walk back to my house, which is like 25 minutes away. We get to the gate and we hear a dog and some footsteps. Not thinking that someone was yanno..WALKING THEIR DOG, we freak out and think it's a cop and a drug dog. I'm squeezing the shit outta my best friend's hand whispering "should we run? i'm gonna run. No really, i think we should run.." and she's going "lets do it, tell the boys, no fuck it lets just do it..wait no no don't do it.." ect. Turns out it was just some asshole walking his dog at midnight :|

lol BFA I would have ran the fuck out of there. You'd find me behind a warehouse in a box on my cell phone going "is the coast clear?" in about 5 minutes.

Today friends and I were skippin school, smokin cigs, tokin a bowl, driving around like idiots and the cop from our school drove by us twice. Fuckin, trying not to look at him and thankfully he didn't take notice to us, because he knows everyone in the car really well, except for myself.

To make a long story short.

I was told to 'keep going' at a sobriety checkpoint for w.e reason.
I had A LLOOOOTTTT of drugs in the car.

My boyfriend and I had just finished smoking a few bowls on the way from his house to mine, about half an hour after midnight, and we were turning onto my street.

I live in a pretty wealthy area, and a lot of people there are snobs, so the police tend to snoop when they see a car that doesn't "fit." Well, my boyfriend drives a Ford Ranger, and apparently it was suspicious that we had our windows partly down in Arizona in March (the only month of the year you can open your windows).

So as we are turning onto my street, a cop is coming out of it, and is about to turn onto the major road right there. However, after we turn he pulls a u-turn and starts following us. The car definately smelled, and we had a few pipes and about half a oz with us, so we were pretty fucking scared.

I just told my boyfriend to keep driving until we reached my house, about half a mile down the road, and somehow we made it there without the cop turning his lights on or anything. We pulled into my drive the easiest way possible, even though this blocked my parents in, and got out right away to start walking in. He pulled another u-turn at the little intersection I live on the corner of, and headed back out of the neighborhood.

Fucking scary as hell. This was only last week.

I was at 7springs(ski resort) with my friend, and in about 40 minutes my dad is going to drive us home but we are mad tired so decide to finish early. We go to get some food then I remember I had some bud so I grab an apple and fashion ourselfs a piece. So we decide to go up a trail we spotted out with a good enclosed area to the side. So we get half way down, stash our boards and walk over to the spot. There was thick powder so we figured no one went that way, we hop down and find some good branches to sit on. So I load up the bowl and try to light it. The lighter wasn't working because it was so cold. So we get it to work and start toking. After 3 hits each I get the piece back inhale and hear someone. I couldn't quite understand them so I just hold the hit to elimnate most of the smell and bury the piece I stuffed my face in the snow to eliminate the smell when I exhaled. I thought I hear "hey what are you doin?) but he said "good spot"(paranoia?) then asked for papers. I was scared as fuck because this dude and his friend come thru the most random area and are in all red(ski patrol colors). We finished my bag and headed back to the lodge. My friend takes forever and finally we run to my car and my dad drives us home. He then took us to Darie queen and we watched scrubs on my friends ipod.