Quote Originally Posted by Sandman27
Oddest? Maybe not but this is deff my favorite.

Me and my friend Scott went out and bought a half ounce. We were just about just chill and smoke at my place when we desided that we wanted to do something different, Like go somewhere new. Suddenly his phone goes off and its one of his friends, friends that knew he smoked, but hasnt smoked with him. Turns out She has a few buddys coming over to smoke at her house and asked if we wanted to join. Of Coarse we did.

1am.We get there and the house is littered with her sisters friends drunk as can be. Falling all over the house and shit. We just laughed our asses off, went into the dinning room table and started to roll a blunt. Then people started to join and started throwing down and rolling there own. JUST before we start to light them off, someone suggests we go to some bridge that ive never heard of, yet seen.

Me and Scott get in my car, and they get into theres. We start following them and sparking up our own bowl on the way there. Me must have smoked 2 bowls before we got there. Everyone gets out and takes a mile long hike down some trail and road. When we get there its this HUGE bridge for joggers and shit. The bridge is prob a good 500-700 feet above a canal and the bridge is easily 50 feet wide. We get to the middle of the bridge and spark up the blunts. We go threw about 3 blunts between 6 of us and then we get to talking.

"If zombies were on one side and a T-rex was on the other side of the bridge which side would you run to?"

The convo stays on horror and being killed type of stuff. Then someone has a brillant idea to break into the cemitary and chill out there to finish our convo. Everyone was game. so we all leave the bridge and head out. We get there and i park on a street right next to the cemitary. Im already high as shit, but i pack another bowl for myself for the walk to the middle. SOON as i finish the bowl, someone says COP.

A cop pulls in front of the cemitary and starts shining the spot light threw the cemitary. We all hide behind trees and it looks like we are just about to get way. Some IDIOT we are with bolts for my towards my car. Me and Scott look at each other and sprint for it as well. I didnt want to the cop to see my car and get it call in for shit. Suddenly a 2nd cop comes out of no where and pulls next to my car, while the other 1st come comes speeding down the path we were walking on. I run over graves until my friend get caught in front of me. I look at a name on the grave and dropped my bowl on the grass below. The other cop who didnt get my other friend calls me over.

"Put your fucking hands up!"

Mind you im high as FUCK, but soon as he asked me a single question, i used all my mite and sobered up. He took my wallet and told me to get in the back of the cop car. I get in and the high comes back in a big way. Even though im sitting in the back of the cop car, for the first time in my life, im fucking pumped. It was kinda fun. He pulls my record up and shows me everything that ive ever gotten in trouble with.

The cop drives me over to Scott and the other kid. Both them are on there knees in the dirt (ha). They tell me to stand next to them, and the cops tell us to go home. It wasnt till this moment that i relise that we left the weed in the cup holder of my car. The cop glances in without his flash light, gets in his car and leaves us.

we all get in the car and just laugh our asses off, and go home. Turns out the other 3 got away free. The next morning i went back, found the name i remembered and got my bowl back. Ever since my bowl has been named the after its guardian "Harold Thompson"

(damn this story was longer then i thought it would be)
that was such a badass story. thank you for telling.:thumbsup: