So I'm driving with my dick out right...(I was getting jerked off moments before) and I had just left this party...I still can't understand how I forgot to put my dick back in my pants but I did...but mind you I'm pretty fuckin buzzed and high and I had a little of both in my car still.

Anyway being high allowed me to keep the speed limit while driving but something about me must have still been suspicious because a short drive from the place, just before getting on the highway this cop pulls me over...now my car smells like straight up weed...I tried to lower the windows and put the air on blast for a moment while the cop approached but there was no way I would play it off.

So this young cop comes up to me and I was already thinking of an excuse for the smell...but he didn't even say anything except for the usual.

Then I realized he was looking at me funny with sort of a confused look on his face. HOLY SHIT MY DICK!

I thought...for sure I'm busted now...how the fuck was I going to explain that!?

I guess the cop was just too weirded out by the whole thing that he didn't even give me a ticket...I still don't know why he stopped me. He just told me to drive safe and let me go...I got on the highway and bounced...never had a better nights sleep.
Tomorrow Reviewed by Tomorrow on . Closest call with the law? What's the closest you've come to being busted (if you haven't ever been busted)? My closest brush with the law was a few years ago. Me and two friends of mine had just got hooked up, and since I was still living with my rents at this time, we were trying to think of somewhere safe that we could go and smoke in peace without any trouble. Well, I don't remember who brought it up but one of us suggested we go sit in the church parking lot. It was evening, not late at night or anything, so Rating: 5