Closest call with the law?

What's the closest you've come to being busted (if you haven't ever been busted)?

My closest brush with the law was a few years ago. Me and two friends of mine had just got hooked up, and since I was still living with my rents at this time, we were trying to think of somewhere safe that we could go and smoke in peace without any trouble. Well, I don't remember who brought it up but one of us suggested we go sit in the church parking lot. It was evening, not late at night or anything, so we figured it wouldn't be that suspicious to just be chilling in a church parking lot. So off we go.

Well, everything's going cool, we blaze a bowl and then we all light up cigarettes and are just chilling and talking for a while. Then I noticed that there's a cop car over at one end of the parking lot, just sitting there. So I'm like... "Ummm, guys." And I pointed him out. We were about to up and get the hell out of there when we noticed another cop car at the other exit of the parking lot... and another squad car parallel to us... and ANOTHER one just behind us. We were completely fucking surrounded by four squads.

Just about the time that we notice this, the squad behind us shines a spotlight on the car. Naturally, we're all shitting a brick at this point. I had a quarter ounce in my pocket, and both of my friends had an eighth each. Well, this cop comes strolling up the the car. My friend rolls down her window and starts talking to him. We're all red-eyed as fuck and stoned out of our minds, and I don't know about you guys but when I get into a situation when I don't want to be high I feel about 10 times higher.

Anyway, the cop says he smells something funny and asks if we've been drinking and we (honestly) say no. He shines the light around in our faces and asks what's up. At this point I started turning on the waterworks and just started crying, and told him that I was having 'problems at home' and that we just wanted somewhere safe to go to talk. Then the cop goes on to tell us that they'd been pulling drugs off of people back here in the church parking lot lately. We're all completely shocked by this and it shows, and I think that helped the situation, 'cause the guy proceeded to let us go. I asked if we had to leave right this second or if we could hang out for a little while longer, just to convince him that we weren't waiting for a dealer (or a buyer) to show up. He said sure, we could stay. We waited about 10 minutes and then got the fuck out of there.

So that is the closest I've ever come to being busted. I really think the only reason we got away is because we're all female, and I pulled that story out of my ass. It was a fucking buzzkill that's for sure though.

What's the closest brush you've had with the man (if you haven't been outright busted)? Anyone got a similar story?

Me and a friend were driving back from a Grateful Dead concert in Wisconsin, smoking a a fat joint, in the left lane doing about 70 in a 55 zone. In addition to the joint we're smoking we had about a 1/2oz and a sheet of acid. I look in my mirror and first thought is "why is this asshole right on my ass". I look again and my second thought is "oh shit! That asshole has flashing lights on his roof". We totally freak out, open the window and smoke comes pouring out like something from a Cheech and Chong movie. We pull to the right so we can pull over and as soon as we're out of the left lane he goes flying by. Turns out he just wanted us out of the way so he could get somewhere else.

Another close call was when I was living in Shanghai China. I had scored some hash and found some funky old pipe in an antique market. I found what I thought was a secluded place in this big park and sat down to have a smoke. No sooner had I taken a hit than I sense someone standing behind me. I turn and see this ancient old-geezer cop standing right there looking at me. I'm about to have a heart attack, figuring I'm going to spend the rest of my life in some Chinese labor camp. The guy just stands there though, for what seemed like hours. Finally he just asks me where I'm from. I'm like "uh..uh.. Meiguo (chinese for USA)" and then he starts with like 1000 other questions. Pretty soon I figure that the guy really has no clue what I was doing. Weed and hash were pretty uncommon so most likely the guy had never encountered it before. Back then foriegners were pretty uncommon too, so he was more interested in the fact that I wasn't Chinese than what I might be doing. Probably figuring that I was just smoking some weird foriegn tobacco. The guy was really interested in me and asking a million questions "why are you here?" "where did you learn to speak Chinese?" , where in the U.S. do you live?" etc etc. By this time there was a bunch of people just sitting there staring at us which certainly didn't help calm me down. Finally I looked at my watch and was like "oh, it's late, gotta go" and took off. Needless to say I made sure to find a more secluded spot next time.

Another time me and a friend had just smoked a fat bowl and were walking back to his house. It was getting late so we decided to take a shortcut and cut across the park. Next thing we know we see a car coming towards us. At first we laughed, wondering what someone was doing driving through the park, then another car comes from behind us and the lights on both go on. The cops jump out of the car and throw us up against the hood. We're like "WTF? What did we do?" We has smoked before we got there, in a spot nobody could see us, and we weren't doing anything but walking, obvioulsy just cutting the corner and taking a shortcut. The cop was a total prick and was like "shut the fuck up,we'll ask the questions" and then tells us it's against the law to be in a city park after dark. Then he searches our pockets. I had an 1/8th of dank on me and tried to palm it best I could but they figured out what I was doing and busted me. All I got was a citation, no fine, or anything, and they brought me back home. Nothing like the look on your Dad's face when he opens the door in the middle of the night to see his son standing there with a cop. Ooops, guess that doesn't really qualify as a close call.

Awesome stories, that first one made me laugh (the bit about something out of a cheech and chong movie) though I'm sure it wasn't funny at the time. ;) I've been in situations like that too, where the cops just turned on their lights to get me out of the way. Makes your heart skip a beat though, I wouldn't be surprised if they do that now and then just to freak people out.

There's a hill, well, more like a mountain, above an elementary school near to where I live. It's a pretty awesome spot, and my friends and I have been using it rather often as a smoke/drink/chill spot lately. So one night, we get ahold of some 15x Salvia and decide to go up on the hill to smoke it, along with the ever-present bud. Needless to say, two of us tripped the fuck out. The rest were all watching us and smoking a few bowls of weed. After a while, we start heading down the hill, high and still feeling the after-effects of the Salvia. Get in the car, with the bong in my backpack along with about a Q of weed. Before we can pull out, a spotlight shines on us and a megaphone tells us to stay in the car. Oh fuck. Cops come up, shine lights, tell us it's illegal to be in a school parking lot after hours, and plus, we're out after curfew. One of the cops asks us "you guys got any dope in the car?". "No, of course not, officer." I give him some shit (are we being detained, are we free to go, is there a problem) and for a moment I think he's going to arrest me just for the hell of it. But they let us go eventually, despite the fact some of us are very obviously stoned. It's funny..everyone else was paranoid as hell, but my friend Jason and I (we were the only ones who had smoked Salvia) were bolder. We got pretty pissed off, actually.

Ive had a couple close calls before. Last year our school had a hockey buyout game and me and a couple buddies decided to get blazed before we went. So we get on the bus about to head out and one of the teachers gets on the bus. Then some drunk guy yelled at him "Fuck you Mr. Woolings!!!". So he comes to the back of the bus and says that he smells pot. We all denied it but we were obviously lieing (I'm a real bad lyer when I'm baked) but anyways he just gave us this lecture about not going to the game baked and stuff... tripped me out.

Another time I was in a pavilion with my whole hockey team and we were all drinking or smoking then this cop pulls up in his cruiser and a couple of people try to run away which I thought was pretty funny because they were the guys that had nothing on them to get charged with but he pulls around and asks us what we were doing. We just say we are hanging out and whatever. Then he says that some people say that there is some kids walking around town drinking beer and we just deny it (like always) and he just says not to do it then leaves.

I was smuggling a pound back from Grenada in the 80s, concealed inside an MRE bag (Meal, Ready-To-Eat). MRE's were still the fairly new replacement for good ol' C-Rations, and not everyone had seen them. I was also carrying a real MRE, which I planned to eat right in front of everyone on the plane, to draw attention away from the other (pound of pot) MRE bag.

Well, we stopped in Puerto Rico for refueling, and it was gonna take an hour, so I went inside the customs building there. A customs inspector saw that I had two MREs, and asked me for one, just to try one out, see how they tasted compared to C-Rations. I handed him an MRE, being a generous guy.

But then I thought, hmm, which pocket did I have the pound of pot in again, left or right? I couldn't remember! That meant I didn't know if I'd just handed the customs inspector a pound of pot, or not. I surreptitiously felt the MRE bag in my other pants pocket and could tell it was the real one. Which meant that I *had* just handed the customs inspector a pound of pot.

Trying to disguise the fact that my heart was suddenly racing at about 200 beats per minute, I calmly asked the inspector if I could have that MRE back, and he take this one, as I preferred the flavor of the one I had originally given him. Seeing as it was a gift and cost him nothing, he could hardly refuse, and handed me back my pound of pot.

And I ran back to the plane and got the fuck outta Dodge. Lol!

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Originally Posted by jamstigator

I was smuggling a pound back from Grenada in the 80s, concealed inside an MRE bag (Meal, Ready-To-Eat). MRE's were still the fairly new replacement for good ol' C-Rations, and not everyone had seen them. I was also carrying a real MRE, which I planned to eat right in front of everyone on the plane, to draw attention away from the other (pound of pot) MRE bag.

Well, we stopped in Puerto Rico for refueling, and it was gonna take an hour, so I went inside the customs building there. A customs inspector saw that I had two MREs, and asked me for one, just to try one out, see how they tasted compared to C-Rations. I handed him an MRE, being a generous guy.

But then I thought, hmm, which pocket did I have the pound of pot in again, left or right? I couldn't remember! That meant I didn't know if I'd just handed the customs inspector a pound of pot, or not. I surreptitiously felt the MRE bag in my other pants pocket and could tell it was the real one. Which meant that I *had* just handed the customs inspector a pound of pot.

Trying to disguise the fact that my heart was suddenly racing at about 200 beats per minute, I calmly asked the inspector if I could have that MRE back, and he take this one, as I preferred the flavor of the one I had originally given him. Seeing as it was a gift and cost him nothing, he could hardly refuse, and handed me back my pound of pot.

And I ran back to the plane and got the fuck outta Dodge. Lol!

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Hahahahah....that is a worthy story indeed. Sounds like something out of a movie. Also a good idea for international smuggling.

My closest was this time i was going to a party with a friend. I was stoned already and had two joints on me then we get pulled over. Pulled over for not wearing a seatbelt, it was lame. Anyways i was sittin in the passanger seat and the cop told me to get out of the truck because i didnt have my licence with me. He brought me over to his car and asked me if i had anything on me that i shouldnt, and of coarse i lied and said i didnt. He then told me to get in the back so he could take my information down. I sat in the back for like 20 minutes while he did this, but it seemed like so much longer, i was freakin out. But eventually everything turned out alright, cept he gave me a ticket for not wearing my seatbelt...stupid alaskan laws.

Two weeks ago, we were smoking up outside this town hall that a crap Jimmy Hendrix tribute act that we had paid a tenner each to go see. We were with my mates boss and he was rolling a big fatty, about an eighth of weed in his hand when suddenly this cop car pulls up RIGHT NEXT TO HIM! My other mate is finishing off a very pungent bifter and has another eighth in his pocket and these two cops leap over to us and start talking.

"Hello lads, we have heard something about some disturbances utside this gig, some lads causing trouble, know anything about it?"

"No officer we've just come outside, (which was almost true) look, here are our tickets" I flash him a bit of paper.

"Hmm, ok then lads you seem like a good sort, on your way then"

All the time my mate was smoking a bifter and his boss had a bag IN HIS HAND!!

We all looked at each other and said, "Uuum, i think were gonna go for, uuuuh, a kebab, yeah that sounds about right"

We walk off and the second we round the corner we peg it down an alley. 30 seconds later, cop car flies past.

The thing is, we werent even causing a disturbance, but we think someone must have told the police that we had been smoking weed a couple of seconds after we left.

So I'm driving with my dick out right...(I was getting jerked off moments before) and I had just left this party...I still can't understand how I forgot to put my dick back in my pants but I did...but mind you I'm pretty fuckin buzzed and high and I had a little of both in my car still.

Anyway being high allowed me to keep the speed limit while driving but something about me must have still been suspicious because a short drive from the place, just before getting on the highway this cop pulls me over...now my car smells like straight up weed...I tried to lower the windows and put the air on blast for a moment while the cop approached but there was no way I would play it off.

So this young cop comes up to me and I was already thinking of an excuse for the smell...but he didn't even say anything except for the usual.

Then I realized he was looking at me funny with sort of a confused look on his face. HOLY SHIT MY DICK!

I thought...for sure I'm busted now...how the fuck was I going to explain that!?

I guess the cop was just too weirded out by the whole thing that he didn't even give me a ticket...I still don't know why he stopped me. He just told me to drive safe and let me go...I got on the highway and bounced...never had a better nights sleep.

fuck man who honestly forgets to put their cock away?
Even when I am totally stoned i would never forget that, smellin bull about that a bit man lol

The first time I EVER smoked we stupidly went into a wooded area marked "No Trespassing" at the end of a cul-de-sac in a suburb. We smoked one joint and my friend says "You want another one?" I was a lightweight since it was my first time so I said "Nah man lets do it later" and we get into my car, turn around at the end of the cul-de-sac and as SOON as we turn around a sheriff's car pulls into the street because a family apparently called the cops on us.

We played it cool and didn't even look at the cop or appear nervous, when we got to the top of the street and he was turning around, we started going 80 in a 25. I don't even believe the cop thought it was us because at the very end of the street had this little gravel driveway, and a souped up Honda Civic was parked in it, so I think the cop just assumed the douche bag teens were driving the Civic and thought we were just members of one of the houses.

Really would've sucked if I got caught the first time I ever smoked.

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Originally Posted by afghooey

I don't know about you guys but when I get into a situation when I don't want to be high I feel about 10 times higher.

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Yeah I know the feeling.

This happened two years ago. I just came back into town after being in Colorado for a month. So I call up my friend and we meet up. Now take note that I haven't smoked in about 2 and half weeks (bro's dealer went out of town). So I take him to a friend of mines house and we smoke him up.

After all the blazing is over, my friend wants to go back to his house. I am high as shit at this point, and this would be the first time I've ever ridden a bike stoned.

We get ready to leave, and I look at my friend and say something like "Dude, I am fucking high as shit, and I look like it too. So on the way to your house, if we see any cops lets just change our path a little bit because I don't want to deal with any pigs." He agrees with this, and we start our ride.

So after a while of riding, we are riding on this sidewalk next to this park, when I notice a cop driving right next us. I say to him "Lets turn into this park and get away from this cop."

So we turn into the park. As were riding down this walkway towards the middle of the park, I notice something ahead of us that appears to be a fair. This whole time I'm thinking to myself "Awesome, a fair! We can walk around this place and have some fun!"

As we are aproaching this fair, I notice two cops at the front talking to each other. I just think to myself "No big deal, just some cops here for security."

Now of course I look high as shit. My eyes are extremely red, and they're almost closed. As I'm aproaching these two cops at the front, one of them glances at me, and then just goes back and starts talking to the other cop. Then he stops talking, and looks at me again, looks me right in the eye.

So I try to make it look like I'm sober as I'm going past these guys, and I just couldn't do it. Trying to make myself look sober was kind of hard, and because I was concentrating on trying to look like that, I was riding my bike shitty.

So now I have a choice. I can either look sober and ride horrible and maybe fall over, or I can look baked as shit and ride fine.

Now this "fair" wasn't any normal fair at all. It was some sort of fucking Cop Convention. The place was filled with cops, squad cars, K-9 units, Military Police, and I believe I saw a swat van. And I rode through that convention laughing my ass off with my eyes almost shut and blood shot as hell.

Good times.

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Originally Posted by Kezmondo

fuck man who honestly forgets to put their cock away?
Even when I am totally stoned i would never forget that, smellin bull about that a bit man lol

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Why the fuck would I invent some shit like that?

And I hope you wouldn't believe such a thing...but it DID happen...zipper down, my shit hanging out some...its not like my pants were around my ankles.

You've never left your zipper down before? Now it doesn't take a gigantic leap of the imagination to imagine what might happen if you were high and drunk.

i was in gym class with a quarter ounce in my pocket. someone cellphone got stollen and everyone had to be searched RIGHT THEN AND THERE(so they didnt ditch the cell phone) anyways, im just lucky as fuck that they didnt make us emptty our pockets. the guy just patted my pockets, felling for anything cellphone shaped and hard. (he put his hand right on the lump that was my weed)

On the fourth of july I put my bronco in a 5ft trench on its side trying to turn around. There was grass everywhere and the field looked flat. After trying for 20 minutes to drive down this trench and out three cop cars pull up including a k9 unit. We were planning on camping so I had bud and two six packs. When I rolled 4 beers broke in my car so it smelled like alcohol and I had drank one beer so I knew I'd fail a brethalizer.

An officer asked if it was alcohol related and I said no and he called me a tow truck. That was the worst 20 minutes of my life, I didnt know if I was going to be tested. When the tow truck came the cop told me he had to go and I was so happy I had to shake his hand.

one time i was comming out of a head shop with a pipe and salvia and the police stopped me once i was out abt 50 meters from the head shop... i nearly shat myself (its legal here but im a bit young if u no wat i mean :p)

turns out they thought i stole my bike which i didnt

Me and my friend Dan went to this spot we'd never been to before. We were extremely over confident because we had been smoking in public pretty much every day for 6 months. Ok, so we spark up a joint, i'm on my 3rd hit and look who walks up the stairs but two little piggies :( So they search me and Dan, take my benz (1.7) and let us go. Then I went and bought another one and we nearly got caught AGAIN lol! But we ran away and blazed until all was good. That was the only time.

We were parked at my friends apartment waiting for him to come out with the sack we were buying and i realize there's light flooding the inside of the car.

So I turn around and what do you know? There's baconboy parked right behind us, not in any logical parking space, just camped out behind us. So then Kenneth comes out and walks over to the car and I'm thinking shit... we're totally boned.

The dude see the cop car and instead of walking over to us, he goes to his car, getin and leaves. We wait five minutes and then leave as well. The cop follows us, and I'm going "What the fuck does this piglet bastard want?"

He never does pull us over, he just follows us for a bit and we lose him in a nieghborhood, in which I park at a friends house and we call up Kenneth and eventually after like 2 hours, get to smoke.

Not the closest call, but damn it was fucking irritating.

Me and my friend where joy riding around our local mall's parking lot during broad day light. I had just got my license and was fairly new. My good friend hadn't taken the test yet to get his license. I believe he didn't even have his parment. Seeing as we're good buddies and all I let him drive my car around the parking lot. This was taking place a few mouths after the 4th of july.

Being the dumbasses that we where. We start popping fire crackers out the window in the parking lot and just being dip shits, Blasting mexican music being goof balls. We had smoked a good deal and had about an oz in the glove box. After we messed around we decide to split the firecrackers were LOUD!

We pull out of the parking lot and headed toward a 4-way stop light heading back to our houses. Thinking we made are get away without anyone noticing. As soon as the light turns green to turn left...red and blue lights started going off behind us. I didn't even see the cop sitting behind us. So anyways we turn into these apartments right next to the mall. He asks for my friends license, He replys "dont have one". Without dely he tells him to step out of the car. I thought for sure that we were going down town. I see them walk behind my car and I see them talking. I hear him ask my buddie if "there was anything illegal in the car?" The reply "Fireworks". I turn around to see what was going on and the cop yelled "TURN AROUND!"...So I turn back around. He walks up to the window and asks what we were doing. My friend sitting on the back of my car. I was like "nothing sir." I could tell he was getting really pissed off. "So you guys werent popping off fireworks back there?" After that he gets really mad. He's like "your friend is laying" to my buddy.

At this point we are both out of the car. He looks at are tounges and weird cop stuff? He sticks his head up in my rig. I could see him sniffin around. He walks back up to us and was like "I smell what I believe to be marijuana, But since you guys where burning fireworks I dont know if it's fireworks or MJ. He asks if he could seach. I reply "No, sir". He smiles at me and was like "Oh so thats how you wanna play it..." I said I'll give you the fireworks because thats what he wanted. I give him the fireworks, He runs my info. Gives me my license back and was like "Well boys its your lucky day..." I was like "yeah..." and he quickly replyed "WAT....?" I stumbled around and was like "Oh no sir....".

Long story sort. He lets us go without giving us a ticket. I thought for sure I was going to jail But I think the cop liked my friend. He hated me.

I was around my friend’s house a few years back around Christmas time. We were on a curve of a small road that snaked through the mountains and it was raining like hell. We had met up with the dealer and we were buying an ounce and a half. It was really dank nug and it was a good price, the dealer hops in my car with all the cronic in 2 big jars and lays it all out, uses my scale to start weighing it.

So here we are, two cars on the side of the road, interior lights on in mine, pot all spread out with the scale and cash everywhere, and all of a sudden this sheriff’s car just rolls on by kinda slowly. He didn’t stop but that scared the fuck out of me. Not really worried about a ticket but about not coming home with any weed.

once in skool we were up on the roof havin a smoke during lessontime, we were all wrecked and like, climbin up really high on the roof and laughing at each other, just generally making alot of noise, we had like four real packed joints bein passed around and i used to bring my bong to skool so we were really gettin baked at this point, then suddenly we all turn around at the same time and notice sum guy stood right in front of us in like, a little black suit and it was our headmaster, he actually climbed on the roof to get us, literally everyone just ran away, i grabbed my bong and ran along the roof and jumped off on the other side of skool, then went to the toilets where everyone else was, we continued our smoke in the changin rooms at the personal ed. department, and, i gotta say im alot more paranoid of being caught now seing as we had a police station at our skool and could hav easily been caught red-handed.

also another time my friend gave me a lift on his 50cc moped to pick up 2 ounces, we got pulled by police on the way back (there were like fifty pig cars right where we had to go past) but they searched my friend and sent him on his way, then told me to walk back, so i started to (happy they didnt take my weed.) and my friend pulled up again, i jumped on, we went home, got kaned :) - result

This one's sort of long, so bear with me!

So, it's 2 in the morning and me, my friend, and her friend are leaving this little, LITTLE party that my friend's friend was having. Right? You with me? Good, NOW! We're sitting in her car in the parking lot of some Italian restuarant rolling up a joint, we're all drunk and high, I have my pipe and a 20 on me.

Her friend in the back starts going, "uhh..guys...there's a cop behind us." then "....maybe it's just Josh?"

NOW! A little background information. There is this cop that we all know, Josh, and he said he would keep the other cops away from the party so we could all have fun and stuff without having to worry. He used to be my next door neighbour, and I'm pretty sure he's the guy who I let borrow my Metal Gear Solid 2, but never got it back! :mad:

We see this cop and think, "FUCK!" and it just sits there for a minute, and zooms off! Like screeching it's tires, burning rubber.

So, we're just sitting there, thinking it's cool. But her friend in the back says, "Man, it'd SUCK if some cops came back." hey...look who's coming up besides us...THE FREAKIN COPS!

I throw all my shit in the glove compartment really...fluid-like, not really noticeably, and the joint in between the seat and the armrest in the middle.

Then ANOTHER cop pulls up besides that one. We're all saying outloud right now (while we're smiling at the cops) "We're fucked."

The cop that gets out of the car is ANOTHER cop I know. He used to be my brother's best friend. I'm like, "Phew, I'm gonna be okay. I'm not busted." WRONG, WRONG WRONG WRONG! Dude was an ASSHOLE! I've seen him smoke more pot than ANYONE I know, yet he's trying to bust me.

So, it's my brother's best friend, and our old neighbour who are the cops, and then some rookie bitch. Anyway, they have ME get out of the car and Mike, the other cop, is asking me questions. Trying to get me to tell information.

I'm looking at Josh, and he's giving me the, "don't you fucking say anything about me, or any one who is at the party" look, ya know? I'm getting this look from a COP! So, I start swearing to God that I've never met anyone at that party but my friend who was driving. He starts yelling at me to give him names, "Give me some names, Malik! Don't fucking play stupid with me, boy! Give me some names of people who are over 18 so I can but some ass!" word for word. Then he starts telling me how completely PISSED my mom would be getting busted AGAIN for pot, and would hate to be woken up at 2 in the morning to see her son with the cops. He said that he could take me to the station right now, lock me up and let me know what it feels like to be in a jail cell and all this other bullshit. I don't give in, I keep giving the, "I don't KNOW them!!" speech.

After about 10 minutes of drilling me for information, and searching all of us, they let us go because we're not of age, and don't "feel like filling out the WT7 release forms" or whatever.

Wow Fengzi you lived in China? It must have been hard to learn Chinese.

What were you doing over there? Just curious.

Once with a few of my friends we posted up in my car up in the mountains. We started to hotbox my car and after a few bowls this car rolls up behind us. It was dark so and I couldn't see the car very well and I'm all thinking, "Who just rolls up on someone in the mountains at night?" I then see a red and blue flash over the car and just about had a heart attack. My friends hadn't seen that he was a cop and were telling me to chill because no cops ever come up here at night. Yeah right. After tripping balls for like ten seconds thinking, "What do I do if this cop comes over? He is gonna get a face full of smoke if I have to roll my window down!" Well, God must have loved me that day because the cop just rolled out like he didn't have a care in the world.

me and my best friend had just picked up an ounce and burnt down a blunt on the ride....bad idea bc like 20 min after the blunt and 3 blocks from the house my boner ass friend runs a red light that was just turning....and an unmarked cop was on the other side of the road....turn around with all his lights and pulls us over......my friend got a ticket for close to 200$ for running a red light, but not a speeding ticket cause we were going with in the limit and his car is slow when you try and stick it to the floor to make a yellow light. luckily the pig didnt smell the weed or else i woulda been going to jail for some regs that doesnt even get me that stoned

Different types of drinks do not affect you differently. It is the amount of alcohol you consume, not whether it is in beer, wine or wine cooler, or liquor, that raises your BAC and lowers your driving ability. These drinks contain about the same amount of alcohol - 1½ ounces of liquor, 5 ounces of wine, 12 ounces of beer, and 12 ounces of wine cooler. None is "safer to drink" than the others.

For a male weighing 150 pounds, each one of these drinks would contain enough alcohol to increase his BAC by about .02 percent. On average, it takes the human body about one hour to dispose of that much alcohol. However, studies suggest that a woman's body may process and remove alcohol from the blood more slowly than a man's. This may result in a higher BAC over a longer period of time.

1 beer = .2 on the test. but .8 is legal evidence of intoxication. So just have less than 4 beers and you're fine. This is for NY state however..

Yea, I read the drivers manuel :)
http://www.nydmv.state.ny.us/dmanual...al.htm#yre-bac

haha well me and a couple of my friends decided one night to roll 3 blunts and go backroadin. So the 3 of us each had our own blunt to smoke. We had about a quarter left and we also had a small pipe so we could stick the roaches in there and smoke them through the pipe. Well while we were smoking we also had the bonged out and we hit a paved road.. there was two cop cars sitting on the side of the road and they pulled us the fuck over... so we instantly thought we were threw. they immediately knew what was up and made us step out of the car.. all they did was took the quarter and he snapped the pipe in half.. he told us to go home and tell our parents because we were only 16 and 17 at the time... now someone tell me how the fuck does that happen? Me and my friends were thinking that maybe the cops smoked our weed.... hahah, thats all

I smoked with this kid one time on the side of a resturant that i used to hang around at. I knew everyone who worked there, i got all my drugs there, would smoke with the manager in the office, so i knew the area and thought we were safe. so after we smoke were walking through the parking lot to go to the gas station and get some food when a cop starts comming towards us. ive got the bud and my friend has my new glass piece, and not only was it a cop but a k9 unit. he parked behind us and i start walking REALLY fast, obviously trying to get away. i ran into the woods and chilled there for about a half hour. i look back up to the parking lot and there are now 4 k9 units, so i ran home. it turns out my dealer got the cops called on him and they went to his work to bust him, with 5 lbs.

There have been a few close ones (and one bust).
First close one: I was toking with a buddy near some halfbuilt houses down the road from me. We were lighting with matches and only had a few left and didn't want to use them up providing light for packing my bowl. So we step into some shadows near a streetlight. It was autumn at the time, and rather cold, so we were both wearing hoodies and ski caps and gloves, almost entirely in black. Someone across the street glimpsed us and thought we were burglars. A cop pulled up, no lights, engine off. He steps out right as I'm about to light it and I hear his footstep in the leaves. I drop everything and he hears it fall. He turns and sees it's two kids just chilling out under a streetlight and says he had a burglary call. We laugh about the absurd situation with the cop(while shaking and high as fuck). Then he leaves.

Second: My friend is driving me and a few other kids to an abandoned incinerator where we were planning on smoking. Suddenly, flashing lights behind us! The road was very narrow and winding with no shoulder, so my friend drives for about a minute until we reach a parking lot and pulls over. The cop is pissed about this when he comes up to the window. He asks for a driver's license. While my friend gets hers out I ask what we did. "Are you driving?", is the response. This of course confuses all of us. When I say nothing, he repeats the question. I say "Obviously not." This is obviously the wrong answer. Everyone is ordered out of the car. We get out and he makes us wait a few feet away. He picks up my friend's license, which had been loose in her glove compartment and was covered in white and blue chalkdust (don't ask why, stoned madness should be enough). The cop finds the white dust suspicious, so he gets his finger nice and wet, picks up some powder, and eats it. It seems he's eaten chalk before, because he immediately identifies it as such. He asks for a search, which we deny him. He makes no comment. Then he asks where we're going. My friend, being the idiot he is, tells him the road.There is nothing other than a few abandoned buildings and some empty lots are on the road with our destination. Once again no comment from the cop. He sets my friend's license on the roof of her car, then without speaking to us more, he drives away. We once again were very confused.