This happened on a trip to Rio with me and my homie. As a side note, Brazil is not a cool spot to get caught with weed.... not cool at all. Anyway so the story goes like this. We rented an apartment in Ipanema, which is a section of Rio by the beach. If you haven't been there you haven't lived for guys Rio is a Man-cation.
So we are in our apartment stoned off our asses with these chicks we met on the beach earlier. They had actually brought us some bud. We are on blunt number 10 and then the paranoia starts to set in. We see the chicks whispering to each other so my friend I are like woah they might be under cover narcs. We tell them that they have to leave and made up some stupid excuse why. After we get them to leave our paranoia kinda takes over. We all nervous thinking a bunch of cops are going to kick the door in if we don't leave. So we get some gear on and why leave ... we literally are in mid run out of the lobby.... LMAO!!!
Its like 2 oclock in the morning and we are like shit where should we go to hide out. So we are walking around for about a half an hour still paranoid and looking over shoulders like we stole something, but fucking laughing our heads off at the same time.... I think in the back of our heads we new we were high but it was waaaaaay more fun to go with it. So we finally start hearing some load music and walk towards where the sound is coming from thinking it was a club and we would hide out in there.... stupid! What it turns out to be is like a house party in this high rise building. We look at each other and are like hell yeah lets Go In!.... We get to the looby door about to go to the elevator, and these 2 huge dudes step in front of us with their arms folded on some "are you on the guest list" shit. Man I love being high ... without thinking i put on my best portugese accent and i'm like Fuck!!!! You don't know me? My name is Fernando ... Fernando Vega! and this is my brother. Now I'm dying to laugh on the inside cuz I don't even know where that name came from... It just rolled right out of my head. By the way I have been using it ever since. So the bouncer/ Ape dude ... fumbles through his "list" and of course the name isn't there, but I guess since I looked so appaled that they didn't know who i was that they felt I shopuld probably be up there.... so they call up stairs to the actual party ... I hear some mummbling and then him repeat my name.... and then he turns to us and waves us in. I looked at him as if to say yeah of I'm in thanx for wasting my time.... We get on the elevator, wait till the doors close and then fall on the ground laughing. We don't even know what floor or apartment this party is in, so we press all the floors. Luckily the elevator actually stops right in front of the apartment in question, and we proceeded to crash the previously mentioned shin-dig. It was a blast. We forgot all about "being on the run" from the cops and actually smoked a conciderable amount more. We woke up on this chicks couch in the apartment next door in the morning..... That was the absolute best trip ever!!!!!!!

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suede_fillet Reviewed by suede_fillet on . Party Crashing in Brazil This happened on a trip to Rio with me and my homie. As a side note, Brazil is not a cool spot to get caught with weed.... not cool at all. Anyway so the story goes like this. We rented an apartment in Ipanema, which is a section of Rio by the beach. If you haven't been there you haven't lived for guys Rio is a Man-cation. So we are in our apartment stoned off our asses with these chicks we met on the beach earlier. They had actually brought us some bud. We are on blunt number 10 and then the Rating: 5