uhh last summer...I was in my room with a friend, we were grinding up some weed. I hear my mom coming up, I hide the weed under my bed real quick, thats all I had time to do. Then she walks in and I notice theres a pack of cigarettes on the floor, and a case with weed baggies on my bed O_O

My mom has never ever smoked weed so she didnt know what it looked like. She was like ''Is that pot?!'' (she was serious)
It made me laugh a whole lot, I was like ''No its crack...what do ya think?''
She didnt take it, haha, she gets traumatized I think when she sees my weed and pipes and shit (im sure she goes through my things) and just leaves it as it is, only sometimes she steals my ciggys, which sucks cause she doesnt even smoke.

Then I finished rolling my jay and we had a smoke in the backyard when she went away.