that reminds me of a story.

When I was younger and still lived at home i came home one night high as shit. My parents could smell smoke and asked what I was smoking. They asked if i was smoking pot. I told them there was no weed and I smelt like smoke becuase a friend smoked a cigarette. The weed was in my jacket in the inside breat pocket. So my parents don't believe me (and they shoudln't have because i was stoned as shit) and they told me to give them my jacket to search it. I watched my dad search the outside pockets. Nothing. Then I saw his hand slowly move up the jacket, feeling the other pockets. The suspense was extreme. Finally right before he rubbed his hand over the weed I shouted out that I had smoked a cigarette. My dad was so pissed he threw my jacket down and came yelling at me. He then threw my jacket at me and i went upstairs. Still had all my weed. oh yeah.