Ok, my turn. This was pretty fuckin' stupid. I live in the basement, right. There's four rooms down here. So...'Niiice', I say as I look down, at one of the perfectly rolled fatty's, that I have ever made. 'Air-freshener. Check. Fatty. Check.' I procede to the room opposite of my bedroom. I light up. I take long, deep, slow drags, off of the jay. *Cough* I continue...Now, I'm really enjoying this smoke. I mean, I'm starting to feel it earlier then usual. *Multiple coughs* So, I continue. *Craa-a-a-ck* The basement door opens. I squeezed the cherry of the jay as tight as could, small ash droplets fall onto a mop head. It's my mom! I spray the air-freshener in small, rapid burts, hoping that she won't hear it. 'I hope she doesn't smell it', I whisper to myself. She throws in a load of clothes into the washer, and then leaves. Somehow, she doesn't smell it. So, I go and sit on my bed and play Madden 2005. I'm all into it, like any other jock would. *Cough* Guess it's the weed still effecting me. As time flies, the frequency of my coughs increase. I'm thinking, 'this weed is burning the fuck out of my lungs.' I'm rubbing my chest and shit, because it burns so bad. My mom is up stairs, and says, 'Rob, what's burnin' ?' 'What you mean?' I pause Madden, get up and creep towards the room that I previously smoked in. And...it's smoky then a mofo. I mean, I couldn't see shit but the mop head that was on fire. It was that much feeled with smoke. I'm stomping it out, coughing my lungs out, thinking I'm fucked, this is the most idiotic thing that I've ever did. My parents came down...and I had some serious explaining to do. I did some stupid shit in my life, but I have to say that, that was the stupidest.