me and a couple of buddies went to my big pasture north of my town one night to smoke. we had a couple of joints and a few bowl and we had just hot boxed the truck so we were fucked up and the truck looked like there had just been a fire in it there was so much smoke. we eventually got it all cleared out and went to town to get something to eat. as we were heading back to the to my house we went through a road block.... the whole truck smelled of weed and we knew that anyone that peered into the vehicle would instantly know wat was up, and we still had about an ounce on us. the girl cop asked my buddy for his license and registration and he obliged, me and my other buddy just sat there and tried to look innocent, just waiting for the cop to smell the scent. she gave my buddy back his stuff and told us to have a safe night. as we passed the road block we all were dead silent from the thought of what just happend and how lucky we were. then my buddy said, "not a fuckin word" lol. it was easily the most scared ive been when cops and weed were concerned.