ok so bringing this thread back to life cause im bored, but anywho heres my old story...

Well towards the end of last year during my coke problem, 4 friends and I were in my escort station wagon(which is now dead and tell you that sorty after this) so anyway we're in my car that we drove down this trail in the woods thats just surrounded by woods in this condo complex blowing lines and lines of coke. Towards our last amount all of a sudden we see 2 cop cars coming down the hill trail, first reaction from my friend in shotgun who had the pile was like, 'should i blow the rest?!' and were like yeah fuking do it! while the minute we saw the cops that were about 100 ft away my other friend sitting in the window seat took the fuck off! Completely in disregard for everyone else in the car and even left the fucking door open. The asshole ended up running striaght into a fucking tree haha, but anyway cops asked us what we were doing, and I always use the key excuse. 'We just came down here to smoke some ciggarettes because we don't want our parents to find out we some them.' So the cops check ou tthe car, luckily my bong was in the trunk of my car covered by a jacket by one of my friends and they let us go. But still 4 kids all yipped up on coke while cops come down scary as fuck.

So next story, I'm on my way home driving on a highway when all of a sudden my beater car finally decides to shit out on me. I put my jacket on thats covering my bong cause its cold out and check to see wtf is wrong with the car, as im checking it out who the fuck comes up? A state trooper. I'm like fuck because I have about 10-15 different pieces in my car and my bong. So I walk towards him and all of a sudden i knew I shouldnt have looked, but I had to, I looked into my car to check and see if my bong was covered as i was talking to the cop and hes like, 'i'm going o have to search your car' Puts me in cuffs and i have to sit on the baricade in cuffs, and over and over again the cop is asking me, tell me now if you have weed in the car blah blah blah, lucking i smoked all my roaches that morning. But one after another he puts all my pieces on the top of my car, and im like shit im fucked. I see him pick up my grinder which looks like a golf ball, and he threw it back down, theres so much random shit in my car he didnt check it out. Yada Yada Yada, didnt find any weed called a tow truck, broke my bong r.i.p blue, and made me toss the rest of my pieces down a storm drain. He let me go....but heres the twist, when my car was at the shop getting checked out I went and checked my car for shti I wanted and found my goldball grinder! It had a gram and a half of trees in it and I smoked a nice fat blunt.

Sorry for the long stories, but I'm fucking bored and without any trees for 2-3 weeks again! I can't wait till I get home!