Was stoned and tripping on acid driving to a friend's resort when we got stopped by a roadside interdiction. We didn't believe the sign at first, thought we were tripping (since, well, we WERE tripping), but sure enough, topped the hill and boom, long line of cars with cops at the front with a drug dog.

They busted me and my friend for pot (about an ounce), and some paraphernalia. They didn't find the other hits of acid, and they somehow didn't realize that we were tripping balls, so we drove off with a ticket each. My friend wouldn't have even gotten a ticket at all, as I was going to take the whole rap, but he not-so-cleverly tried to keep his dugout hidden down his underwear and they found it, so he got to share in the bustage.