Wow, almost got caught like 30 minutes ago.

Ok, this is one of the most sketchy things that has ever happened to me...i cant believe i got away with it.

My dad is hardly ever home, so i get to smoke up without masking the smell at all almost everyday because he doesnt come home until the next day. I just smoked SUCH a fat session, and then my dad unexpectadly shows up home...i instantly hide my stuff and run out to greet him and then like pretend to be really interested in why he came home unexpectadly and stuff to keep him at bay from going near the part of the house i was smoking up in, then i say "btw i have some insense on", and quickly leave the room and RUN to light up insense, which masked the smell in probably like 30 seconds, im SOOOOO saved.


That was intense, im so baked too...that was such a sketch thing...

haha smooth operator

wow, that sounds like a close one
thats why i dont bake at home :jointsmile:

shit son, thats close, has happened to me too, but not to that extent

that reminds me of a story.

When I was younger and still lived at home i came home one night high as shit. My parents could smell smoke and asked what I was smoking. They asked if i was smoking pot. I told them there was no weed and I smelt like smoke becuase a friend smoked a cigarette. The weed was in my jacket in the inside breat pocket. So my parents don't believe me (and they shoudln't have because i was stoned as shit) and they told me to give them my jacket to search it. I watched my dad search the outside pockets. Nothing. Then I saw his hand slowly move up the jacket, feeling the other pockets. The suspense was extreme. Finally right before he rubbed his hand over the weed I shouted out that I had smoked a cigarette. My dad was so pissed he threw my jacket down and came yelling at me. He then threw my jacket at me and i went upstairs. Still had all my weed. oh yeah.

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Originally Posted by 40oz

that reminds me of a story.

When I was younger and still lived at home i came home one night high as shit. My parents could smell smoke and asked what I was smoking. They asked if i was smoking pot. I told them there was no weed and I smelt like smoke becuase a friend smoked a cigarette. The weed was in my jacket in the inside breat pocket. So my parents don't believe me (and they shoudln't have because i was stoned as shit) and they told me to give them my jacket to search it. I watched my dad search the outside pockets. Nothing. Then I saw his hand slowly move up the jacket, feeling the other pockets. The suspense was extreme. Finally right before he rubbed his hand over the weed I shouted out that I had smoked a cigarette. My dad was so pissed he threw my jacket down and came yelling at me. He then threw my jacket at me and i went upstairs. Still had all my weed. oh yeah.

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mann that sounds like a suspensful situation ahahahha. thats pretty jokes how you just shouted out u smoked so he didnt find your bud.

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Originally Posted by 40oz

that reminds me of a story.

When I was younger and still lived at home i came home one night high as shit. My parents could smell smoke and asked what I was smoking. They asked if i was smoking pot. I told them there was no weed and I smelt like smoke becuase a friend smoked a cigarette. The weed was in my jacket in the inside breat pocket. So my parents don't believe me (and they shoudln't have because i was stoned as shit) and they told me to give them my jacket to search it. I watched my dad search the outside pockets. Nothing. Then I saw his hand slowly move up the jacket, feeling the other pockets. The suspense was extreme. Finally right before he rubbed his hand over the weed I shouted out that I had smoked a cigarette. My dad was so pissed he threw my jacket down and came yelling at me. He then threw my jacket at me and i went upstairs. Still had all my weed. oh yeah.

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Holy shit dude that is close as fuck. You are a very lucky person.

40oz, good story :thumbsup:

damn thats great! as unlucky as I am it would have fallen out and i would have gotten a tune up.

ive had sum times just like those...it sux but when u get away its badassss lol

Good thinking ha.

Haha i have an interesting story relating to the topic as well. Back in grade eight when I first started smoking weed, I lived at my grandmas house. I used to hide my weed in a firecracker box, which in turn was hidden outside. So anyway, one day I went to grab it, put it in my pocket, and hoped on my bike. Then, after about 2 min of biking I realized that the firecracker box was not in my pocket, so I quickly turned back to see where I have lost it. I went back to my frontyard, and saw my grandma walking into the house. When she saw me she came out and asked me why I returned, and I just said inno and decided I must have lost it somewhere else and went to chill with my friends. That night, my Dad and I were chillin and watching TV, and my grandma shows up with the firecracker box in her hand, i was like "FUUUUCK". She was really mad and showed my dad. To my unbelievable suprise, he looked at it and started laughing his ass off. I was really confused, but I decided to not say anything and let this play out. My grandma asked him why he was laughing and he said that it wasn't weed, and he started teasing my grandma because she thought it was. Obviously it was weed, but it turns out my dad was/is a pothead and he knew that MJ aint bad for you but he knew my grandma wouldn't understand. My grandma is so gullable, and so she believed him and i got off scott free :D

Funny thing is, after 4 years living in Canada, I went back to visit my grandma, and found the weed, yes the very same. I smoked it that night with some friends out of my dad's pipe and we got high as shit :rastasmoke:

wow great stories. Also good ideas for when one is those kind of situations