Talk about a Bust..!!!

ok well obviously ill go first, i was just wondering ppls stories of being busted i have seen a few and find them wicked enjoyable to read...i have never been busted but have a story about cops...lol

well it was like a week or so ago the first snow storm in NH they didnt have sanders or anything rdy so the road were all sloppy and black ice and snow. so me and my friend brandon and adam were riding in his pick up. which wasnt a four wheel drive and anyone who has a pick up and has drove it in the snow knows u have to go slow and its still terrible and dangerous. so we loaded the back with stones to weigh it down. it was alot better and everything. so me and my friend adam started smoking i had an ounce and he had some on him to...well we smoked about 2 bowls or so and then we started to slide and go off the road well we went into the only ditch on the road and went up on our sides...like 30 secs later two cops were there bc they were up the hill..so i quickly threw my stuff in my pocket. then we got out to talk to the cops i was so high and im sure they must of smelled the weed we smoked like not even 3 mins before the whole thing happend. but it was pretty cool talking to two cops high and them not caring or doing anything. they just were really nice and helped us out of the ditch and called a tow truck. i think thats the closest i have ever came to being busted....so what are ur stories? thanks....JD :rasta:

I haven't been busted for five years. I was in freshman year, and a cop stopped me for no reason. He said there were two guys 'motioning' to me (they weren't.). Anyway, cop searches my backpack and finds my blunt paper and a bong I'd made the previous day. He drove my ass home, and I had to write a fucking essay to the cops. I forget what the essay was about - I was already smoking daily at that point.

Well, then I refused to go to school in like junior year, and the cops showed up and threw me in "Choices", an eight week lame ass program at the police station, and I had to go to avoid probation.

Then, a couple weeks later, a cop popped out of nowhere in front of my friend and I. We'd been drinking, and he told us he was going to write us a ticket for underage possession of tobacco. My friend was all but shitting his pants.. "yessir..:(" "okay sir:(". I was laughing at him in front of the cop, poor guy. Anyway, the ticket never came, thank GOD - if it had, I'd have been thrown on probation for sure.

^^ We walked home and drank another Old E tallcan. :cool:

I've never been caught but the closest was over the summer. Me and my friend were driving (he was driving) through Fort Bragg Military base one night, around 2:30 in the morning. He was drunk and I was high, when we got pulled by 3 MP's, keeping in mind that there is an ounce under our elbows in the center concil and a bottle of vodka in the back on the floor, he's drunk, I'm stoned (would've went straight to jail, by feds. none the least). 2 of the MP's kept flashing their flash lights into the jeep and the one that was talking to us kept reaching his head in and finally said he kept smelling liqur, which luckly my friend had put a piece of that Polar Ice gum in his mouth (smells real strong) and told the MP it was probably his gum so they let us go, it was great.

When I was in the military i got arrested a few times for drunken fights, but thats about it. good times

when i was 13 i got caught robbing the liquor store.i didnt really want money i just wanted to show the older homeboys i wasnt scared and if i was id do it anyway.me and a lil homie rolled up in the store early in the mornin and then i whipped out my strap and before i knew it my friend ran out the store.i said gimme some money and the old chinese man so i no have mony i no have money.i was pissed and nervous but i ran off with some beer.later that night i got picked up by the cops [a lot of us did] but the old guy couldnt tell the difference between us.nothing happened.also one day i met some girls from another city.these girls had money and nice shit so i played the part and was gonna hook up.i wanted to go to their house s i could steal their stuff.these chicks were lame.me and two homies were drinking and smokin on the way to see the girls we had a gun in the car.anyways the cops pulled me over cuz im bumpin too loud and my car was lookin hard with some rims and three bald fools.my lil homie puts the gun in his shoe [.25].they search us and find out i got warrants so i get cuffed up.my homies also got warrants so we all go for a lil ride.im thinkin fuck man im glad i aint got the gun.we were all three in the back of the cop car.i was laughin and so were my dogs.when we got to the station the cops checked in their weapons.they do not carry guns in the station.they seperate us in different cells.im laughing and acting stupid cause im interested to see whats gonna happen.i can see my friend and he looks nervous.an officer tells me to take off my shoes and belt.when he does my homie looks more scared.where he was sitting thier was a coat hanger with twoo sheriff jackets hangin.from my cell i see the homie slip the pistol out of his shoe and into the pocket of the jacket of the cop.i few minutes later they had him remove his shoes and belt.after they removed these items the cops left.when they did i see my dog get the gun back and put it in his pocket.then my cell opened up and they stuck him with me.we were both smiling like idiots.after some time like two days we got or'd and walked out of the police station with the gun.i have many more stories but will leave that for later

dam u homies is wack man thats one fucked up story friendowl

thats crazy you didnt even get busted after smoking n shit right before the cops showed up.

One time me and my brother were on our way to a friends house to buy a dime. I'm in my pickup and across the road from my freinds house is like a huge gravel parking lot to a barn. I get the bright idea to do donuts in the lot before we go to get the stuff. Then, out of nowhere (or seemingly so since we were doing 360s and coudln't see shit) 2 sherrif cars pull up with their lights flashing....I was already stoned, this tripped me out. Anyway one of the deputies get out and start yelling at me like i'm gonna lose my liscense for doing donuts in a gravel parking lot on a road no one ever goes down. He notices i have the i don't give a fuck about anything and you're kinda funny expression on my face and decides to search me for drugs. he gets so pissed cuz he knows im stoned but can't find anything he calls a local cop with a drug dog up there. The dog gets out and goes in my truck and goes crazy at my brother's backpack (he usually has alot of weed in there) the cops practically rip his backpack apart looking for something but find nothing. Eventually i get yelled at some more for laughing at them and saying things like "you just missed it" all the while my friend's looking on from his house laughing his ass off. Finally after finding nothing and being satisfied with their pep talk they leave and we walk across the street and get blazed LOL.

Alright, so unlike everyone else's post, here is my story of actually getting busted last March.

My buddies and I had gone to Panama City for the night to go to the clubs. We took two separate cars, and I was in my friend's Cavalier. Stupidly, I brought my pipe and a dime, but put it in a little cologne holder sleeve and put it in the bottom of a carry-on luggage bag under some clothes and shoes (thinking I was gonna change). We also got a bottle of Crown but only broke the seal to take one drink's worth from it before we left. Never touched it after that but brought it with us. Well we get to the club and my friend and I smoke a blunt in there so I'm jamming out and having a good time. By the time we left, the guy driving the Cav was too drunk so one of our sober friends from the Civic drove it. Well, this is North Florida (think: South) and we drove through a bunch of small towns on the way back to Tally. My drunk friend and I both fell asleep (I'm in the back) and my friend gets stopped for speeding in Blountstown ("Bluntstown"...ironic) doing 51 in a 35. He's light-skinned black, and the driver of the Cav was also black, in a black cavalier, not that it matters...but....I woke up in a Wendy's parking lot with three squad cars around me and flashing lights everywhere. Well they start questioning the driver, who was sober mind you, about where we were coming from, etc. and one asshole cop shines his light down at my feet, notices the almost full bottle of Crown's neck sticking out from under the passenger seat, and says "Whoa, is that an open container?" So now they ask to search, and the driver says "Well, it's not my car, so I guess so." So they get the two out of the front, and tear up his glove compartment looking for stuff (without putting anything back in), then get me out of the car and one takes my bag and puts it at the end of the car, and says "Whose bag is this?" I said it was mine. "You got anything in here?" "Yes, I have paraphernalia."

Cop who originally saw Crown: "What did he say he had?"
Cop with my bag: "Said he's got paraphernalia."
Crown cop: "I knew it."
(fucking asshole.)
Bag cop pulls out my stuff
Crown cop: "Wooo! That's a fat sack, I'm going home now!"
(fuckkkkkking asshole.)

So I got booked for some bullshit. First offense, so had to do probation and stuff, but all in all the experience was a big pain in the ass and cost me over $800 in costs. Now some of you may say I shouldn't have owned up to having the stuff, but I figured why lie since they were going to search it and find it anyway. Plus I didn't want my friends to get in trouble for it, either. Lesson learned for me: I never like smoking or carrying anything in public, and watch out for asshole cops from small towns. Because they have nothing better to do. :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :dance:

Did he actually say "Wooo, that's a fat sack, I'm goin' home now!"? Cause that's pretty fucked up. :D

Actually i did get busted last night. i was at this party with about 2O other people. haf underage half not , by underage i mean under 21. so the cops come to the door and someones stupid as lets them in, and they of course they check every room in the partment and in the bedroom it was me me buddy kevin and about 6 girls and two more guys. well the cp comes in and starts taking names and such, well i was lookign through my walle and i found my bros Id and he's 21. well i am drunk of my ass and i have a half 8th in my sock. and i am nervouse as hell. so the cops calls me up and asks my name. i blew it, and said my real name, it thoght quickly as i could and said well thats what everyone calls me but my real names Eric. i couldnt believe he bought it. he gave me a brearthalyzer and i blew a .22 and told me to stand in the kitchen with all the other people who are either of age or sober. damn it was a good party, to bad someones dumb ass had to let the cops in.