Ok, so my friend and I were in his room burning some cone incense in our cool new burner and smoking a bit of weed while listening to The Doors. His parents HATE everything 60's and 70's. Tie Dye, Pot, Incense, Peace, Woodstock, etc. So they can hardly even tolerate the incense, but they'd skin us alive if they found pot. Well my friend's dad knocked on our bedroom door asking if he could come in. All we could think was "Crap we're done Crap we're caught Crap we're dead!" So as fast as I could I took our joints, stuffed them in the already burning incense burner, and let him in. He just kindof looked at us and wondered what all the wait was. We just kindof looked at him and shrugged while drinking as much fricken Tota as we could (A mixture of Lemon-Lime Soda and Tea that we made up that really can mask anything, but tastes weird). Luckly, we were also burning candles and oils, so the pot scent was vaguely even noticeable. He doesn't know what pot smells like, and we get new incense every week so he didn't think much of it. He just said quit beating off and turn the music down.... We ended up still getting buzzed on account of the fact that i didn't think that the joints would still burn in the burner. We never smoked in his room again =] God Bless And Peace!
