How did you tell your parents you smoke/how did they find out and how did they react?

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i was stoned when my mom called me out to tell me that she knew. she just gave it to me straight, and i was like 'i know you knew.' and that was about it. she just doesn't want me smoking in the house. but i do, anyways. but when it's a blunt... yeah... to the backyard.

i got caught when i came home from my grandpa's and hotboxed in my brother's car(SWEET) my mom called me home from my friend's and just told me to go to bed.

damn the majority of you guys got it EASY!

my mom found a pack of zig zags in my pants when she was doing the laundry, and the gloves came off. she stormed into my room at 11am on a sunday while i was sleeping, starts flipping out (i dotn really say a word because i'm half asleep and confused as fuck about whats going on) and then goes downstairs. that night at dinner they were like "how long have you been doing this? why?" and i was like "uhh...a year?(even tho it was almost 3) and because i enjoy it." the next week they sent me to drug counseling. i'd like to repeat that in case it didnt sink in the first time. D-R-U-G C-O-U-N-S-E-L-I-N-G. i was like "are you fucking serious?" i went for over 4 months and had a drug test, and never quit smoking. i knew it was all bullshit and that they were way over reacting. i'll admit, my grades are far from perfect, usually C's, but i've been a mediocre student since 4th grade, way before i started smoking, i'm just mad lazy. i got an F the last quarter in biology and an A- on the final, lol. this was all a couple months ago, and i've kept tokin. my girlfriend tried to get me to quit and i said "ya know what, if you dont accept me for who i am, this is part of me, then you can just leave." my rents still dont know i keep smoking and i dont give a shit anymore, they'll have some fun suprises when they see my place after i move out

Lmao i always knew my mom and dad smoked but they kinda quit so one day i go to grab my baddass pipe and its gone! so i look around go into my dads room and its sittin on his dresser of course i grab it fat bowl still chillin. Wait for my parents to get home i cant remember what i said but it went somethin like this So u finally caught me wanna smoke a bowl LMAO my mom was like hell ya its been foreva so toked the fatty and i laughed my ass off at my parents for the rest of the night cuz they were so stoned my dad was power vacuming lmao! good times

My parents still don't really know I toke up as far as I know. My dad is totally open to it and used to/if not still does, but my mom is the total opposite. She used to do it a lot with my dad, then decided to stop for some reason and start going to church.

If I were to tell my dad, we would probably smoke together, and my mom has found my stash once but I told her I quit, otherwise my ass would be out on the street. I just need to hide it a little longer before I move out.

Well, I haven't come out and told my parents that I smoke weed but I think they already know. They just don't want to say anything to me unless I get busted bad for it, they don't really want to start a fight with me over weed and I think they are just happy I don't drink. Which seems weird but makes sence since I told off my mother when I was drunk...still feels like shit for that. Never drinking again...not for a loooooooong time anyways.

a snitch told my mother. i still don't know who the snitch is but when I find out ima fuck em up. anyway my mother wasn't really mad she just told me not to do it anymore, of course I didn't listen to her and proudly smoke whenever i feel like it. now my father on the other hand still doesn't know. i hope he never finds out. :D

Me and my buddy had just smoked up two fatty jays at the apartment complex across the street. So we're high as hell, and we roll up into my place at like 12:30 in the morning with the munchies. My friend's like 'Have you got any Ramen noodles?' I say yeah, some in the cabinent. So, I'm in my room playing Resident Evil 4 while he's outside making the food. I pass out on my couch that night, and my dad wakes me up in the morning saying 'Don't be bringing you and your buddies here when your all fucked up. I've seen stoned people before, and I know you were. Saw your dumbass friend tripping on those noodles last night.' All I could think was 'Oh shit.'.

Needless to say when my buddy came over later that day, I punched him in the face for not even trying to act sober.