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i love to smoke weed and hav that feeling of getn caught out by a parent, cop, teacher etc and especialy when ur sooo paraniod and smoking in an insecure place

wat situations hav u been in thats made ur heart beat like a motherfucker!!

tell us so i have somehting to laugh at!!! lol :dance:

lol my buds and i were smokin in my room on 2006 new year's and it was a lot of their first times and my first time inside. well, about 3 o'clock rolls around, and we got hendrix blastin w/ the stereo on about 3542235 volume, and my mom comes and knocks on the door. well, we all thought the room fucking reeeeaked, and so before i opened the door, we all spazzed out opening windows and shit, and then my mom takes me out in the hall and starts yellin at me and i soooo thought she could smell it on me...lol the funny part is, we only had 3 bowls between us and we all blew the smoke out the window, while we had incense burning...lol

Ive got this really tiny piece a little bigger than a quarter with a metal bowl and wood lip. Toking in the room with a friend and I hear my dad a split second before he opens the door. Impulsively I shove the piece into my mouth cause I was hitting it at the time. "We're home after all tonite, everything good?" "Mpssshtmphm". When the door shut again I spat out the most vile scoobie snack, then smoked that.

Well I am really gone right now and I don't have a room so I have to use the computer in the living room. My mom walked in and talked to me. I didn't say anything weird but I feel like she made a few awkward pauses as if she knew. But I can never tell when I'm like this. Eh... if they suspected something, I'd be in trouble right now.

WAY TO MANY TO LIST, but one off the top of my head, a couple yrs ago me and my b ro were toking in his room and my mom walks in out of no wherre(im good at hiding things from the view of ones eyees when walked in on) and i had a hit in my lungs and i held it in for like a min until she left!!!!

i have alot to list but heres a few...
me and my brother had just toked some majorly good bud (two blunts and a bunch of bowls) and we had used a CD jewel case as an ashtray for the shit, and fuckin i got scared as hell cause my mom was driving up the street, so i took the jewel case with the roaches and ashes in it and just frisbeed that bitch into the forest next to my house... this was september, and from what i know its still there.
and another one i was smoking a bowl during the superbowl XL halftime show and my father walked up to the door and knocked and proceeded to open it, i was by the window blowing the hits out, and right before he had knocked i blew a hit and the wind blew back, and all this smoke was up by my ceiling, but i told him was up, and got away with it, cause my bowl was behind my back.

Hehe i love thoso experiences...
well it was a boring school day so me and three other ppl went to blaze in the park nearby the school....We were smoking up with a pipe when we saw a couple of cops getting out of a cop car and staring to walk towards us. One of my friends dumped all the ashes onto the ground a shoved the pipe into her pants...the cops searched us all but only found the baggie and let us go...it was pretty funny.

another one was when i was smoking some bowls in my room, and i lysoled the fuck out of it, and my dad and mom came home, and asked why it smelled that good, and asked if i was smoking dope, and i was still high, and told them that i was smoking opium through a ten foot pipe (jokingly of course) and my dads like "well thats O.K. as long as it wasnt marijuana" and i just smile and shut the door. funny shit.

I used to be so fuckin retarded. Everytime I would smoke in my room I would get caught, but I kept doing thinking "Naw, I won't get caught this time..." But that fealing comes everytime someone bangs on my door when I'm in my room, cuz I think they're goin to yell at me and kick me out, which they've tried before lol

Oh yea! I was high yesterday, and had to go get kerosene w/ my mom, because she pulled a muscle in her arm and can't lift the jugs, so I followed my stepdad into the garage where I was smoking for a good hour and it fuckin REAKED. He never said a thing, but I was like sweating lol

Last summer, I got really high with a friend. We had to get back to his house, so we had to bike over there. Before we leave, I tell him "Ok, I'm really high, so if we see any cops, lets just alter our course to avoid them." So we stop at Taco Bell, get some food, all that shit. So we're about half way there, when theres a cop car driving right next to us. So we turn into this park we were riding by, and in the middle is what appears to be a fair or convention.

So now I'm thinking "Alright, we can chill at this fair and have fun!". So we're heading towards this, there is two more cops at the entrance, I just figured it was security. We get in there, and this is no fair. This was some sort of Police convention. There were cops everywhere, and squad cars, and I think I saw some K-9 units and Military Police too. I was trying to concentrate on keeping my eyes open, not laughing, and ride my bike without crashing (it was my first time getting on a bike while stoned), and I could only focus on trying to ride my bike normal. So I biked through that while laughing and having my eyes almost closed. :D

Oh shit that sucks! I would never have been able to do that! I remember a friend and I were stoned at Skyline and there were 2 cops 2 booths behind us. The whole time we were crackin up, and I kept askin the waitress for more cheese. I left her a $5 tip tho :P I was so scared they were gonna catch on

Ive had many Close Encounters, Im in High School and we have a Mall right across the street for us, Its winter season so me and along with many other potheads go into the Parking Garage there and hotbox the stairwells and even the whole 2 parking garage floors, Weve been chased out by security many times and very close encounters by getting away by like 1 inch lol

ok first of all, even though my mom jokes about weed, she'd kill me if she knew i smoked.

one time i got in my car and was about to leave for a friends house when i realized i left my bud in my room. so i go back into my house to get it and my moms like "what, did you forget your stash?" (in a joking way)

hahahaha

Ive had many close calls
Weed Related:
1. Smokin a fatty rolled by the nigga will O in this rich ass denver neighborhood (The Preserve if anyone lives in denver). My homie will said that cops cant enter the neighbor hood becuase they have their own security (which seemed plausible because another nice neighbor hood in the area called cherry hills, some people have probably heard of it the LPGA tournament was there in 05, has the same no cops policy) so anyways we were smokint his blunt and a cop rolled up and will threw the blunt into this field that was behind us but the cop said he smelled it. He told us he would let us go if we just emptied the bag on the ground and stomped on it. So will (fake) stomped it and he drove off. We pretended to drive away but then we went back and got the weed of the ground and found the blunt and got wayyyy high. He let us go cuz it was christmas eve haha.
2. Just got done smokin a blunt and we parked at this park in my neighbor hood. A cop pulled up behind us and he smelled the weed so he had probable cause to search so i just gave him what we had left (like .02 grams in an envelope) and he just called the drivers parents and made me and my two friends call somebody for a ride. Luckily my friend and one of the kids who was with me's brother had just driven by so they picked us up. The drivers parents called my parents but i told my mom i wasnt smoking so i didnt get in trouble. this was like 2 weekends ago

Alcohol Related:
I had a huge party and the cops showed up, i was leaving my house and i got breathlyzed, blew a .2 and the cop let me go and just told me not to let it happen again.

i got a pretty decent speeding ticket with an eighth in my pocket. Besides that my mom is pretty cool with me smoking now so she isn't anythiing to worry about.

2 days ago, we were smoking in a grave, and my friends wanted me to stay there until he rolled the 2nd blunt :rasta:

I told him that this wasn't a safe place and we should go. Everyone wants to just chill out and smoke in a grave... Then I gave in and turned off the car.

15 seconds later, a cop pulls up right in front of us, about 30 yards away. The car is filled with smoke, and we got like 3 grams on us, and my friend was rolling it.

I turn on the car, pass the cop car, and he makes a U-Turn to follow me. So I get out of the graveyard, and while I'm turning, my friends eat the weed... and we spray the car, etc etc.

The guy follows me for 3-4 minutes, then makes a U-Turn. Good thing I didn't fuck up, so he didn't pull me over. The best part is, one of my friends didn't swallow to weed, and he takes out close to 1.5 grams out of his mouth (dry)

We smoke that... and some more...

Same day, we come 5 feet away from an undercover up in a military apartment complex... while smoking

So many stories, so many... all in one day ;)

Well this one time me and my friend were on our second bowl in this ditch thing behind some houses, cause we planned on going to our other friends house after we were done smoking.Well my friends hitting the pipe and I look towards the right where some other houses are and theres a fucking old man grilling us to peices from his door step.Thats when I got the feeling we had to get the fuck out of there.And boooyy was I right.We got up walked the few feet to our other friends house and as soon as we rang the doorbell we saw a cop turn on the street where the ditch was and he was flashing his lights.

haha yeh its me the one who posted this thread

i just got caught by cops last nite for possesion of an ounce of leaf that my mate was gona chuck in some butter

we were jus simply at the wrong park at the wrong time, apperntly someone was vandalising and they came over to us to ask, but my stupid friend all paranoid went for a walk with the large baggie and dumped it near a bbq in the light.....arghhh

jus got a warning and sent home, but so pissed off i ditched my pipe when we went bak to squad car, but some old bastard with a metal detector found it and took it home....probably will hav more fun with it than i did, the bowlpiece was cut a bit short caus it snapped

I almost hit somone with my car last night..saw him at the last second and swerved..he didnt even know that he almost died

Way back when, me and a friend were driving through rural Wisconsin, coming back from a Grateful Dead concert. We were smoking a fat joint, totally hotboxing the car. We were in the left lane, going faster than everyone else when I look in the mirror and see this guy right on my ass. I look up a 2nd time and see its a cop with the lights on. We open the windows and smoke goes pouring out of the car like something out of a Cheech and Chong movie. We both panic because we know there's no way the cop isn't going to know we are completey baked. I pull into the left lane to pull over and the cop went flying by, on his way somewhere else. We just sat there on the side of the road and didn't move for like 15 minutes beacsue we were so freaked out.

On the New Year's Eve before 2004, my friend and I were at my parents house. We wanted to toke, but it was too risky because my parents had a bunch of people over. So we got in my car and drove around the neighborhood looking for a good place to just chill and toke up a bit while listening to some cds.

Some construction was being done at the school near my house and some big trailers were sitting around, so I pulled up behind the one which would give us the best cover, and we sparked up. We smoked a good ten or so bowls out of a medium-sized glass chillum, then all of a sudden we see a couple flashlights streaming through the tinted windows.

At this point, I should let you know that I had cunningly removed the screws to a panel on the inside of my car door, leaving only plastic snaps to hold it in place. I quickly popped open the panel, tossed the bag and piece inside, and snapped it back in place. Also, I had two tiny little roaches which had been sitting in my ashtray since a few months before. I had forgotten all about these, so they incriminatingly sat in plain view as I rolled down my window to meet the forceful knocks it recieved from the butt of a flashlight.

So anyway, I roll the window down and smoke billows from my car. I see the badges and realize that my friend and I are going to be taken to jail for the night by two officers of the peace. Seeing each of us with our long hair, me in an Iron Maiden tshirt and my friend in a Black Sabbath tshirt, one of them laughs, exclaiming:

"My God it's like a damn Cheech and Chong movie! Alright boys, out of the vehicle, please."

We step out of the car as smoke continues to pour out into the open air. We are handcuffed and searched, the cops finding nothing on our persons other than some change and our wallets. They help us into a sitting position on the ground (it's very difficult to sit down without falling when you can't use your arms to couter-balance yourself), and go about searching my car.

Within a couple seconds, one pulls out the little roaches and says:

"This what you boys been smokin'?"

"Yes, officer."

The other one walks around toward us, asking:

"Are we going to find anything else as we continue to search your car?"

My friend and I remain silent. They continue to rummage through the car, one searching the front and one the back. By now a few people had stepped out of their houses to see what was going on. The cops search and search, but come up with nothing more than those two roaches. They came around to us, and we could tell they seemed a little surprised (if not irritated) to find us clean except for the two roaches. They each look us over, and one begins to speak:

"Alright guys, I could take you in, but with just these two roaches it would be too much paperwork for what it's worth."

My heart was going a mile a minute, and I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing (I do live in the middle of Texas, afterall). I kept nodding, trying to be a courteous as possible.

"If you had any more on you, even one joint, it'd be a different story and you'd come downtown with us for the night."

With that, they undid the handcuffs and helped us to our feet. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just blurted out:

"Thanks, officer."

As they were getting back in the patrol car, one of them replied:

"You boys got lucky this time. Whatever you want to smoke, smoke it at home."



Conclusion: That's some pretty good advice, especially for a couple naive highschoolers.