So tell us your best getting busted story, I heard a good one in the chat room. I nearly got busted tonight, and it made for a long night....Tell away!
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So tell us your best getting busted story, I heard a good one in the chat room. I nearly got busted tonight, and it made for a long night....Tell away!
tell us what happened to you
hum i expected more out of this thread! and im very lucky ive never got busted and dont plan on it, i do this amazing thing i dont find many people doing i use common sense!:)
First time - My Mom and my sister had gone grocery shopping. I rolled up a blunt and decided to step outback and smoke it. I guess once I started getting high and stupid off of it, I decided I was cold, so I carried the blunt through the house and into the garage to smoke it. Right I was about to roach it, my mom's car pulled up. They raised the garage to carry-in groceries and my mom said "Jesse, what's that smell?" I was so stoned all I could say was "What smell?"
Second time - I had a blunt rolled up, so I called up my friend Tyler to see if he wanted to smoke. I haden't smoked out of this stash yet, so I didn't know how fucking good it was. So I picked him up and we went to one of our park-and-toke spots and fired that shit up. I got so high I had tunnel vision while I was driving. I had forgotten my Rhoto-V, so when I got home my eyes were bloodshot as hell. Me and tyler both just grabbed drinks and went upstairs. They though I couldn't hear them, but since I was in the office instead of my room, I could, and they were talking about how high I was. My mom called me down and asked to smell me. I knew she wouldn't be able to smell anything because I took my shirt off to smoke. Then my sister said "Ugh, that's not how you tell, you smell his fingers." It didn't look like she wanted to, but I decided to be overly-confident and hold them up for her to smell. She did, and it was pretty obviously the smell of blunt.
Third time - Zig Zags came up in the wash.
Fourth time - Roach came up in the wash.
Fifth time - Roach fell out of my pocket onto the office floor.
Yeah, I'm not that sneaky.
Your sister's a tool
Just recently I got busted at work by my boss. (1st time busted).
I got so blazed off this one guys weed that I forgot I was holding the roach in my hand. I went into the office to make photocopies and the roach was wafting smoke all over the place (and the whole place is rigged with central airconditioning). My boss comes up to me and says 'I think you should go outside and finish that while the cops get here.' I look down and see the f**king roach still burning and I flick it away from me.
This is where it gets worse - the roach ricochets off this file cabinet and lands on my boss' neck and rolls down his shirt. Now the whole office is watching the MD doing some 80's rave moves while stripping....
Anyways he calls me in and I give him an oscar-winning speech about how I thought the jay was a real cigarette (we ran out of papers so it was rolled in a cig) and that I knew I was feeling funny but couldn't explain it (I obviously don't smoke, you see) and that I was horrified that I had unknowingly smoked illegal drugs - really laying it on thick, but he knew I was talking shit.
Now my boss can actually be quite cool at times. He told me that he WAS gonna fire my ass, but the bullshit I just spewed him was so entertaining that he changed his mind.
All in all a really funny and weird experience - but I think it'll be the last.
I'm like a stoner ninja man. My parents don't suspect shit.
I live in an apartment so I share a front porch. One time I had just smoked like six bowls and went inside. I heard someone outside and I looked and saw my neighbor. Yeah, but they've seen me smokin' a lot since then and don't seem to care. One time they had a visitor who giggled at me..
allright - i've almost been busted many times, but this most recent one was the best. I was smoking in my room once with my brother out the window. the window is on the wall thats directly in fornt of the door once you eneter the room. so my brother ripped the bowl, blew the hit out the window, hands it to me, and while he is handing it to i look out the corner of my eye and see my mothetr standing in the doorway. the window screen is off, the fan is out the windowe, and my brother and i are just staring at her liek she has 3 arms. i put the bowl on the ground and look up at her, and she just goes on the enourmous rant abotu how we never turn the lights off when we go upstairs.
then she just turns around and slams the door. she had NO idea what was going on right under her nose. she's even more of an idiot because my brother and i have both been caught 5-9 times, and she STILL can't pick up behavior like a fan out the window means someones blazing.
needless to say we sat silent for about a minute, then finished that bowl up and packed up another :thumbsup:
I wonder if she knows, and just doesn't feel like dealing with it..?Quote:
Originally Posted by Kronus76
The first time for me was behind an old grocery store. We were lighting off some fireworks, and smoking a bowl. Cop came for the fireworks, we ran. I put the pipe in my pocket, not thinking. Eventually we got caught, and I got a possesion ticket and a firework ticket.
The second time I was coming home from a party and got pulled over. My tail light was broken, thats why we got pulled over. One of my friends spilt some so co on my friend and the cop could smell that. So he took us all out of the car. I ended up getting an underage drinking ticket, possesion ticket, and an open bottle in a moving vehicle ticket. Thankfully I had my friend who only smoked that night drive home, cause I was crunk as hell. I blew a .36 to give you an idea of how drunk I was, which is plastered, couple more drinks and I shouldnt have been concious (sp?) or alive.
Then there are numerous times of my mom smelling it on me, asking why I went in my room and shut the door and came out a second later (had to grab my pipe). Then one time she asked why the living room smelt like axe. She thought it was because I was smoking cigarettes in the house. She doesnt care that I smoke cigarettes, I just cant smoke in the house. And then all the times I would come home smelling like axe, she finally figured out that when I smelt like that I was smoking. And a couple other times asking why the car smelt like weed.
i got pulled over a few weeks back. Me and two of my friends where in the cars soooo baked, our eyes looked like stop lights. The cop asks " so how much did you guys smoke, yall look stoned as hell ". For some reason i wanted to bust up laughing. I told the cop " yeah lol im not gona bullshit you, im hella baked ". So he pulls me out of the car, takes my BRAND NEW SACK that i just bought. Stuffs me in the back of hes Pig car, pulls out my friends, sits them on the curb. Then he tears my car apart, finds ANOTHER sack ( this is after i told him theres NO MORE weed in my car ). Comes back to me and said i lied and threatens me with a DUI. I told him that shit wasnt mine, and my friend admitted it was hes. We all got 250 dollar tickets and he let us all go.