Today My friend and I had the greatest escape I've ever experienced. We rolled down to a neighborhood dead end and parked behind a well pump house. We packed her up and are about to smoke when we see a blue van turn around in the dead end. We thought about whether we needed to bounce but remained. We both took a good 2 hits from a pretty level bowl. My friend was in the process of taking a third when I saw something in the side mirror I said "cop dude" and he looks and thought I was joking until he looked again...the cop was right behind us blocking in our car. My friends radio had been stolen a few days earlier and he had a huge hole in his dash. Immediately we grabbed my sock and bubbler and threw it down the dash while my friend ghosted the hit. We thought at least we didnt have weed anymore so it was good. I immediately decide to grab up my backpack and assemble my hookah. The cop comes to the window and asks what we are doing. We claim to be smoking hookah and tell him that's why we were down there. He takes our liscenses and scans to make sure they're good and comes back to the car. He tells us to pick up our trash and not come back. We bounced. Later we had to disassemble the front console to retrieve the tossed material. Win. We basically went from smoking a bowl in a car in a fucked situation, to having freedom in a few minutes. We just established a quick alibi and let him see our shit. We later discussed whether or not we can phantom like this forever over a hookah sesh. The wnedys celebration was quite nice.
i had a moment of quick thinking once in a similar situation. back in high school my friend and i were smoking down by this creek, and as we were hitting the bowl i look up and down comes a sheriff from the bridge down to the side road directly toward us. then i remembered i had my fishing rod in the back seat so i grabbed it, got out of the car and locked the door. i told her that we were just down here fishing and after a short conversation with the cop we were in the clear. im just glad she didnt ask for my fishing license.
Depends on the context. Some areas interchange the name of hooka and shisha for the type of pipe (single vs. multi hose?). But yes, if he was referring to the shisha tobacco you get a bingo!!
that was some straight thinking coral. I'm not risking that place anymore, once you have a bad experience at one place then its ruined.
I just got hooked on that orange. You can taste that citris in your mouth on the exhale. Now I love my hookah even more.
fortunately we had some pretty high quality beast, heavy on the chrystals and light on the orange hairs, so it didnt smell too bad. Plus when we cracked open that hookah everything reaked of that, nothing stinks more than a bag full of balled up burnt ass sheesha foil
