Oh, I miss the days when we named our utensils (the Binnacle) and cars (Home, James!) Now I save the grief and make a quick disposable number from wood that fits in the film canister. But it still has a name, Gumby, from the shape I sand the wood. Takes less than 5 min to make one.

Several times in Milwaukee I was stopped by cops, haunting some out-of-the way place at night, and searched. They always put everything back in my pockets, pipe & stash included! Nothing said. I think they were more looking for burglar tools. Truly, they wig out more on my Gerber multi-tool.

Once in Sheboygan, we went camping and couldn't get a site at 2AM (duh) so we sat around lighting fireworks (duh) and the sherriff got us. They took us in and gave us a choice: "would you rather be busted for the pot or fireworks?" I thought about it and said "fireworks." They didn't bust us or anything. They just said "go back to Milwaukee and never come back." The took us back to our car and my stash was still in my pocket where they put it! Just as I was getting in the car, they said, "Mr. B, please grind something under your foot." I made a real sad face as I did so, then didn't laugh until we were out of town with an ounce still in the car!
rab Reviewed by rab on . Got caught by the popos! Damn, Two days ago me and three friends were smoking in a car, and my friend was driving my car. He then parked in front of this building in the apartment complex and we got pulled over. They said the car smelled like weed and took my friend driving away because he lived in the complex. Well we were all chillin for awhile, then they asked what we had and we gave them our bowls....One that was a huge glass piece named fester, and mine that was a small glass piece called the Patriot. Then they Rating: 5