This summer after work, sometime in the afternoon, I get a call my from one of my blazing partners. He tells me his parents were going to be gone until later in the night and that I should bring my bong over and chill. I tell him cool and meet my other buddy at his house like an hour later.

So the three of us go out to his screened in porch that is only separated from his neighbors by a row of trees and pack a bowl. So we are going bowl for bowl with some ok nugs and some pretty good ones. After about the 5th bowl we are really stoned. My buddies house who we are at decides to pack one more small one with some of his weed so of course I oblige.

The bong comes around to me and just as I put my mouth to it my friend sitting across the table started saying "Dad dad dad" in a somewhat hushed but frantic voice. I was like shit man wait your turn and don't call me dad. Unfortunately for us we were too high to form sentences.

All of a sudden I hear a knocking on the door to the inside behind us, oh fuck. I turn around to see my friend's dad there standing in the doorway staring at the bong. He comes in and in a very angry and loud tone says "Now what is all this!"

We were stunned and just sat there everyone looking at there shoes. No one said anything. After he repeated the question/statement for the fourth time the kids house who this is says its a bong. He told us it would be best if we left.

We walked out with all our gear inside, probably too high to safely drive. Me and my other buddy hop in the car and drive off. Literally two minutes later the kid whos house we were at calls and says "My dad says he is sorry for flipping out, come back and grab your bong and weed." Now keep in mind at this point I was VERY high and I just heard that the dad who had just caught us smoking weed in his house APOLOGIZED to us.

We drove back, got the stuff and eventually smoked again later that night. :jointsmile: