whats the closest u have been to being busted?

the closest i got was when me and 2 friends where rolling a couple of joints on some industrial estate this cop drove past on the road that was like three or four metres away from us and stopped we didnt know it was the cops until the last minuite so we all get up and run i drop the weed and we run round the back of a factory jump some fences and run full pelt for about half a mile ... the funny thing is when we stopped my mate whou was holdin the joint at the time the cops came past was still holdin a crumpled rizla sayin should i keep this it gave us a laugh.... the runnin was painful because i fell off my roof the day before and badly bruised my heel

Close call you had there, I remember when we were out in front of my friends house with three other people smoking a joint. Three of us had sacks and we decided to stand behind his storage shed and smoke, well a minute or two after i see head lights and i yell out car they just ignored me while i ran out of view and threw my sack in the next yard. The cop seen them standing out by the road but kept going and sat at the stop sign for around thirty minutes or so we just left soon after and that was it. sure scared me though

Last summer I was playing basketball, and I had long hair back then so I had a sweat band on. Anyways, after we we're done playing me and a friend bought a dime each and we each rolled a blunt. We we're gonna smoke one and then the other one later that night after the NBA finals so I put mine under my head band and forgot about it.

When detroit lost, I was pissed and decided to walk home. I walked in my house and talked to my parents for like 15 minutes and then go to my room where I notice I still have a blunt pressed against the side of my head. Like I said my hair was long, so it was hidden a little but still obvious. A week after that I was so scared my parents where gonna have that "talk" with me, but it never came. I guess they're dumber then I am....

when i smoked before, school. i went inside blazed as fuck, extremley red eyes(peoply call me devil-boy cuz i get such bad redeye when i smoke) i reaked of pot. and had a bowl and weed in my bag. and i was walking right along side our school police officer

I was walking to a YMCA park about a quarter mile from my house to smoke on the playground equipment which is pretty comfy -- up probably 10 feet off the ground.

It was around 12:30 at night and I had 2 doobies on me. I lit up the first one walking down the street and had my back to the on-coming traffic lane. I was alone and no one else was around when this car comes onto the street. As usual since I'm alone I scurried into the shadows since that's in no way suspicious or anything you know?

Turns out to be a pig...
Who also happens to start slowing down in the middle of the street...probably 40 feet from the stop sign and 15 feet from me. Naturally I start to shit my pants thinking of ways to ditch the doobs. I was going to eat em!

So I start to chew the half burnt one immediately as the pig pulls over into the parking spaces next to a building across the street. Now I'm walking away casually this whole time since running would mean I was guilty of something. My heart is fucking racing, my head was pounding when this pig turned into the lot...and pulled out and raced back down the road the opposite way.

I spit out the half chewed doobie and looked at it in all it's sad glory. It looked like a half-worm after you hook a fish and then lose it before you reel it back in. I shake my head in disgust but then enjoy a cool Autumn smoke on the deserted playground.

...and thats my only close call regarding pigs fortunately.

well one day me and some buddies were driving back from another friends house and on our way back we see a cop on the side of the road, he sees us and then proceeds to follow us for about a mile and were all scared shitless. Then finally he decides to pull us over for "too dark of a front window tint." And in our car we had a bong, sum bud, open beer, and a few other imcriminating items plus we were all way roasted with bloodshot eyes. We frantically hid everything spilling the nasty goop of bong water all over, which hadn't been changed for weeks and we spilled the beer all over the car. The smell was overpowering and i knew we were fucked. Then he askes us a million questions about what school we go to and sum bullshit but then to our suprise he didn't notice a thing, and says we all can walk home. Jesus i would have been fucked. Stupid pigs.

I was at school, I smoked half a blunt in the bathroom and I came out..everyone was tellin me I smelt like weed and it fucked me up lol, I felt like I was in a bad-dream zone...so I went to the lunch room to blend in with other kids and what do you know...Officier Mayfield is right there..I walk past him, either he didnt smell me or didnt care. All I can say is that that is my second time almost getting caught with weed. I'm gonna do my best to make sure there isnt a 3rd :p.

Just finishing the first bowl while me and my friend were hotboxing at 11:20 pm, cop pulls up infront of us [we're in the middle of nowhere. pitch black out] Friend hands me the pipe, i suspect it to be a cop and hide the pipe, sit upright and coplights flash. Suprised he didnt see the smoke come out of the car as I opened the door to get out, or me drop my lighter from my lap, or smell the pot in the air. Got off with a warning nobody is to be in that area after 11 pm :D woot so lucky.

when i was arrested for posetion of paraphenelia but got let got witha warning cause i had no weed on me and on e time i was with this dude and we were on some private property smokin and diodnt realize it and somebody called the cops on us so we dipped out and they followed us to a bank parking lot where we got surrounded and interogatted and they wanted to search the car but the dude i was with wouldnt let them. he had a oz in the car and the just let us go

When I was in high school, my boyfriend and I had broke up and I was driving with some friends to a common smoker spot (up on a hill above a baseball field/park;overlooking the ocean and mountains...beautiful..)

sorry,..where was I.....

So I was pulling in to smoke with 3 friends, and as I pull over the hill, I see my ex's car ..and then a cop car. And he is standing outside of the car along with his friends. Its pretty funny now actually, but at the time it freaked me out, knowing that that could have been me.

Its only funny now because we actually ended up getting back together and we are about to celebrate our 6th year of marriage......crazy !

We also have 2 amazing children together,

So I finally asked him once, long after that happened, what actually did happen.
they were stoned off their ass when they 'think' they see a cop car pull up, so they are trying to ditch the weed, or hide it since they are parked, and somehow let the smoke out without being suspicious...kinda hard to do.

The cop comes over and smells the weed, and asks what they are doing, to which they reply 'nothing' ....well, they thought they had done a good job hiding everything, when the cop spots a huge bud just sitting there, I think on the dash or something. HA!
He asks who it belongs to and they say that there are so many people that are in and out of his car that it could be anyones. And the cop left it at that and let them go. Man I miss home.....
Of course he confiscated it though.

i got pulled over at night with a roor in a duffel bag in the passgr. floorboard area. Cop shines his light in that direction as i reach forward to block his light and reach for my wallet in my back pckt. I pull out my license using his mag lite as illumination to retreive it. He lets me off with a warning. Nice. Never drive around with paraphanelia in plain view. Not bright.

He tried to act hard by telling me if it were not for the fact that he had to be somewhere he would def. give me a ticket. He probably just had to Sh*t.

OK, its 2am. I am drunk as hell, and in my friends car on the way to her house at from dennies. There are four of us in the car. 2 guys, 2 girls. Anyways, we are walking through a schoolyard to get to the house cause its right next to it(stupid i know..but i was drunk i didnt care) This cop spotlights us and drives up to us or w/e. Hes like "blah blah fuckin idiots" and such. Anyways he finds all our alcohol and only one of us was 21. He was a major asshole but its all good. He just made us pour out the liquour.

Now to the almost being busted. This WHOLE time I have a half oz and my pipe in my pocket. And in jeans its kind of obvious especially with my case for my pipe.

See, going to school almost got me arrested. Fuck education!

Man, this one time, we were busted, but the cops never did anything.

I was sitting shotgun in my buddies jeep, and while we were going down one of main streets, he lights up a doob (I know not smart on the main road in a city.) Little to our knowledge, there was a seatbelt check just around the corner, and guess who wasn't wearing a seatbelt, ME! :p We got pulled over and the jeep was filled with weed smoked. We were fucked, I know it, so I ate a handful of roaches in the ashtray. He smiled, took off his sunglasses (the cop), and said, "you know why we pulled you over?" My bloodshot eyes, and I say, "because I wasn't wearing a seatbelt?" He asked us for our ID's, makes us wait like, 20min in the jeep, shtting ourselves, and we were tripping so hard we thought like, 6 cop cars were surrounding us. He finally comes back, gives back our ID's, and says have a nice day.

All the meanwhile we were on our way to drop off some jail times worth of weed to a buddy. The weed gods were smiling on me that day. :)

One time I was sitting on my brothers computer cruising around Cannabis.com when MY MOTHER walks in. I was very scared. I didn't even know she was looking over my shoulder untill I heard her breathing and it reallllly tripped me out. I quickly go over to the research section, by that time she asks what I'm looking at. I pretend like I JUST noticed her come in and I casually tell her that I needed to write a report on the harmful effects of weed and stuff like that. I cringed when I said it, but it had to be said. She doesn't understand english very well, so she bought it.

i was actually searched once with two bags on me and they didnt find them.

oh yea, also, one time a cell phone was stolen in my school, so everyone in my gym class had to get searched. i had a quarter in my pocket, and the guy patted me right on that pocket, but luckly he was looking for something that felt like a cellphone so he didnt find it.

1. This one time at around 3am, a friend and myself decided that for the night, we were going to go on an adventure around town. So of course, we had to be blitzed out of our skulls. So we light up 2 blunts and head on our way with two more doobs in our pockets.

We decided to use bikes. So we each grab a bike from my garage, but the one I was going to use needed air in the tires, so we rode (well, he rode. I walked) to the gas station down the street to fill up the tires. So I'm sitting there, trying to fill up the tire and my friend is smoking a doob. Then, all of a sudden, we see a cop pull into the gas station parking lot. It happened so quick we didn't know what happened. We froze, sat there with our hearts pounding. The cop drives into the lot, shines his lights on us for a second and just drives out of the other exit. Me and my friend started cracking uppp.


2. This other time, me and two other buddies were smoking behind this store at like 12 or 1 in the morning. The store wasn't that big, it just had a small parking lot that led to the back of the building where we lit up a few spliffs. Then, all of a sudden, we see lights and hear sirens. We start freaking out. I thought a cop smelled something, stopped in front of the store on the main road and was about to come around behind here. I jump out to the other side (where the parking lot isn't) and I see an ambulance go by with its sirens blaring.

That scared me more than the other time for some reason. I don't know why.

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oh yea, also, one time a cell phone was stolen in my school, so everyone in my gym class had to get searched. i had a quarter in my pocket, and the guy patted me right on that pocket, but luckly he was looking for something that felt like a cellphone so he didnt find it.

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Even so, I don't think that he could've persecuted you for it.. I'm not sure. I dunno.

I remember one time I was walking down the street at like 4:20 in the morning (being an insomniac fucking blows) and I was smoking out of my pipe. The street was deserted of course, so I figured that I was okay.. so I was smoking and a cop pulls up right next to me, while I have smoke in my lungs. He stops right next to me at the traffic light. I look over at him and nod, he nods back, and then turns onto another road. I exhale my hit and chuckle. :D

Another time I had just gotten done smoking a bowl and driving around and I realized that I had forgotten my drivers license at my house and I didn't want to be stopped without it. So I didn't see my parents' car.. so I assumed that it was ok. I walked into my house and saw my mom standing there. My eyes were all sorts of cheeched out.. red and squeezed shut because I was so high. I just sorta ran upstairs and grabbed my ID, all the while my mom was screaming that my eyes looked strange and asking if I was on something, etc.. so I run back downstairs and out to my car, and my mom follows me out there, still talking to me, telling me to remember to pick up some groceries, and my pipe is sitting there, in plain sight, in my ash tray, and my mom doesn't notice it. Wheeew. :D

I have been busted 8 years ago, but the closest I have been to not being busted was toking in an apartment with a couple of friends, and there was a scratch on his bedroom door. We thought it was his dog so we opened the door up, only to see 3 dudes in blue!! Everyone got busted but me, because I didn't have shit on me at the time. It sucked because it happened on New Years Day, but close call for me.

First time; sitting in a small car park with my ex and another mate, Lowrie, at about 11 in the night. Cop car pulls into the car park right as I'm skinning up. Luckily although the headlights caught us dead on as it come in, it had to pull round to come up to us, so I chucked everything into the ditch behind us while the headlights were pointing away, (there's no street lamps or anything) and then got a cigarette out, and as they parked up next to us, I lit that up. They asked us what we were doing, and we said we were meeting Lowrie, cause she'd just finished work at the chippie. They told us to go home and watched us walk outta the car park, but we went through a pedestrians-only path so they couldn't follow us further, then we waited a bit, doubled back and thank-god, found everything I'd ditched.

Second time; Me and Stewart, out for a drive with Bob. Probably about 2 am, we were going over the Brecon Beacons, and this totally random cop car pulls up out of nowhere, pulls us over and asks us all to get out. In the time between spotting the cops and being pulled over I hid the weed and stuff in my trousers and jacket, and the two cops were both male, so they searched Stewart and Bob, and the car, but couldn't search me. They took our details down, said it was just a random check, and let us go.

I had my grow room all set up with pots of soil and everything, door was open, and i had seeds sprouting in the soil, but they were just underneath the top soil.

Well anyway, the cops came to my house cos of something some little shit said, and they saw the grow.

Luckily there was no plants and i said i was going to start growing, but haddnt got any seeds yet, i said i was going out the same day to buy some, and he said, ok, we cant arrest you for that then, so the issue got dealt with and that was that.

I waited about 6 months before i tried to grow again..

BUt when i was in the holding cell, the copper was talking to me, and we had a big conversation about why cannabis is illegal, and he said most police officers in UK want it legal, cos it takes up way too much of their time..

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Originally Posted by Radio Caca

Last summer I was playing basketball, and I had long hair back then so I had a sweat band on. Anyways, after we we're done playing me and a friend bought a dime each and we each rolled a blunt. We we're gonna smoke one and then the other one later that night after the NBA finals so I put mine under my head band and forgot about it.

When detroit lost, I was pissed and decided to walk home. I walked in my house and talked to my parents for like 15 minutes and then go to my room where I notice I still have a blunt pressed against the side of my head. Like I said my hair was long, so it was hidden a little but still obvious. A week after that I was so scared my parents where gonna have that "talk" with me, but it never came. I guess they're dumber then I am....

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Now that was funny.

Last week i was picking up an ounce about 100 yards from my house at a bus stop [ The drug problem in my town is so bad no one cares anymore]

Any way, as i walk down the street, there's this cop car parked up, no sirens or lights, just parked up outside this house. I got a bit worried, cos i though they might be on to me.

Anyway, i cross the road, walk a bit further, and i hear sirens. I thought nothing of it, but i knew it was an ambulace [ I can tell by the two tone]

Anyways, i pick up my ounce, have a spliff with me dealer and walk back home.

Now the cop car is still there and now there's an ambulance too, no lights or sirens, and no body sitting in them.

I think someone might have died in the house, i dunno, so i guess really, i was near being caught, but its still no fun, spesh cos im extremly paranoid about everything.

well... being busted, but other than that, i got pulled over in a friend's car when he had 3 ounces, we thought we were busted for sure

we just picked up an ounce of chronic, in 4 bags ( 7 gram, quarters ) annd.
in my state if its in the many bags you can get busted for DISTRUBUTION not possesion..

we pulled into a bowling ally to see if it was open, reached my hand out the window.. pulled on it. it was locked.. all of a sudden i hear something lock its breaks .. its a car, didnt notice it was a cop untill he turned that big ass flashlight on us that is by his side-mirror, we all freaked threw on our seatbelts and the cop just drove away :-p

The closest I got was when my friend and I were smoking cigarettes at a trainstation(we were obviously underage) so the cop tells us to come over to him. We both had glass pipes on us and he tells us to empty our pockets. I was wearing ripped up jeans and the cop could tell that I was shaking. I had a hackysack in one pocket and a bowl in the other, so when I reached in the pocket that had the bowl in it I just said there was nothing in it. The cop actually believed me and said if "I catch either of you smoking its going to be a ticket."
That day really scared the shit out of me....10 minutes later another cop comes and my friend starts bitching at him saying that their treating us like shit cause we smoke pot and he arrested her.

oh dude...the closest ive ever been to being busted is when i was smokin pot, and my P.O. called me up, told me to get into detention...so i got really fucked up and they busted me

When I was in the Army, I was in Grenada, and I had a money-making enterprise going. I'd buy a pound or two of pot ($120 a pound!), smuggle that back to the States in MRE (Meals-Ready-To-Eat) bags on my once-a-month R&R trip, then sell it at Fort Bragg for $80 an ounce. For the return trip I'd buy a dual-cassete player from Sears for $99, then sell that in Grenada to the locals for $350, then repeat the process. (Was funny that no one ever noticed that I never left Grenada with a boombox, but I always arrived with one!)

Anyway, I had a pound of pot in an MRE bag in one pants pocket, and a real MRE in the other. On the flight back we stopped in Puerto Rico to refuel the plane, and I went inside the terminal to kill some time. One of the customs inspectors asked me if he could have an MRE, since they were new at the time, and he'd never eaten one. Not thinking, I whipped one out and handed it to him.

Then I wondered, hmmm, did I hand him the real MRE or the pound of pot? I felt the one I still had, and I could tell it was the real one, which meant I'd just handed the customs inspector a pound of pot. Not good! My heart immediately started beating super fast, but outwardly I kept my cool. I pulled out the real one and thrust it into the custom inspector's face and told him that I preferred the flavor of that one, so could we switch, and he said sure, no problem, and handed me back the MRE that, had he opened it, would surely have landed me in Fort Leavenworth for some hard labor for a few years.

Man, that was close!

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Originally Posted by jamstigator

When I was in the Army, I was in Grenada, and I had a money-making enterprise going. I'd buy a pound or two of pot ($120 a pound!), smuggle that back to the States in MRE (Meals-Ready-To-Eat) bags on my once-a-month R&R trip, then sell it at Fort Bragg for $80 an ounce. For the return trip I'd buy a dual-cassete player from Sears for $99, then sell that in Grenada to the locals for $350, then repeat the process. (Was funny that no one ever noticed that I never left Grenada with a boombox, but I always arrived with one!)

Anyway, I had a pound of pot in an MRE bag in one pants pocket, and a real MRE in the other. On the flight back we stopped in Puerto Rico to refuel the plane, and I went inside the terminal to kill some time. One of the customs inspectors asked me if he could have an MRE, since they were new at the time, and he'd never eaten one. Not thinking, I whipped one out and handed it to him.

Then I wondered, hmmm, did I hand him the real MRE or the pound of pot? I felt the one I still had, and I could tell it was the real one, which meant I'd just handed the customs inspector a pound of pot. Not good! My heart immediately started beating super fast, but outwardly I kept my cool. I pulled out the real one and thrust it into the custom inspector's face and told him that I preferred the flavor of that one, so could we switch, and he said sure, no problem, and handed me back the MRE that, had he opened it, would surely have landed me in Fort Leavenworth for some hard labor for a few years.

Man, that was close!

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That's craaaazy! You got so lucky! :)

All these stories are great, I would post mine but I'm still traumatized from it. :mad:

wow...

i got bused at six flags once


i was going with these fucking conservative ass christians, and they all know i toke, but the have never caught me. i jsut dress like a hippie.
anyway, i get off the bus (i have 2 nugs and my best glass bowl on me) and he tells me he is going to search my bag and im like fuck no and hes lke" i wont gibve you your tickets if you dont" so i let him search it (MY STUFF WAS IN MY POCKETS) so he comes back,a nd he says empty your pockets so i told him no, and this guy fuckin reaches over and pats me down... and tells me he is calling the coops unless oi show him. i showed him, and he just sent me in the park and said "i hope they search you".

so my mom now is really mad at me...

but i did get blitzed on the ferris wheel :D

almost got caught by the drug dogs at my catholic high school. had a 20sack on meh.

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wow...

i got bused at six flags once


i was going with these fucking conservative ass christians, and they all know i toke, but the have never caught me. i jsut dress like a hippie.
anyway, i get off the bus (i have 2 nugs and my best glass bowl on me) and he tells me he is going to search my bag and im like fuck no and hes lke" i wont gibve you your tickets if you dont" so i let him search it (MY STUFF WAS IN MY POCKETS) so he comes back,a nd he says empty your pockets so i told him no, and this guy fuckin reaches over and pats me down... and tells me he is calling the coops unless oi show him. i showed him, and he just sent me in the park and said "i hope they search you".

so my mom now is really mad at me...

but i did get blitzed on the ferris wheel :D

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Yep, six flags is much more harsh than any disney park I've been to. I worked at six flags in the parking lot and one time security apprehended and arrested people as they were getting out of their car in the parking lot