This isn't just a story about one of my friends getting busted by his parents. It's a story about one gram of weed that's been through some serious shit. My friend knew that his parents snooped around in his room, so he decided to hide his stash underneath a couch in their basement/rec room. Little did he know his parents bought new couches one day and didn't tell him. He just played dumb about it until his mom brought it up. She gave him a talk about how marijuana is bad and gave him his pipe back!! Because she said, "I know you'll just go out and buy another one anyways." But she didn't give him his weed back. He even asked her, "Won't I just go out and buy more weed?" One day he was doing the dishes and putting them away in their cabinet when he found the box that he kept his weed in the back. The pot was still there, but he didn't take it right away because he thought it might be a test from his parents. He filled a bag up with oregano and other spices that kind of resembled weed and made the switch. A couple weeks later, they were smoking this very same weed in the woods when one of their friends lost her shit (first time smoker) and started screaming. My friend thought someone would call the cops so he threw the weed away in the woods and ran for it. Luckily, no cops were called on that occasion. He came back the next day and after an hour of searching he found the weed where he had thrown it. A while later, he had just a little bit left, and we all got together and smoked it on a half day, and that was the first hit of pot I ever smoked. That weed had been through some serious shit. eace:
Haha, grats on your first time smoking. Yeah, that seems like a lot of trouble for 1 gram of weed. Hope you enjoyed it!
Yeah, this whole thing happened a while back. I was just driving with my buddy a few days ago when he told me the whole story about the weed. And it was a lot of trouble for it, but it was pretty good.
