Almost getting caught stories

Just a couple days ago, a friend and I had smoked a lot of dro then we were driving downtown and we got pulled over. It almost killed my buzz. It was pretty lame cause she (the cop) kept insisting that my friend was drunk. Not so. He wasn't even driving bad. There's a lot of one way streets, and it's hard to tell which streets are and which aren't, so we went down a couple going the wrong way. Whatever. Anyway, she didn't search the car, but she knew he was stoned. It was lame, but things could've been worse.

 

Oh man these stories are crazy. Whats the most weed you guys have seen at once? ive seen 2 pounds of mids before.

 

smoking in basement aunt comes down expecting a scream since its smoky instead i get
can i get a hit

wrestling coach being 5 inches from face smelling and looking into my eyes asking what that smell is
then taking me to go get locker giving this weird look

 

Since I live in a dorm, I don't really have anywhere to smoke except my car... just drive around w/ friends, listen to music, smoke a joint, ya know, good times. Well the car can get sketchy sometimes, what with cop cars and accidents and gas and such, so once my friends and I decided to smoke in this park at night, across the street from campus.

We found a spot behind a big bush and next to a stream, and we all kept a lookout. There were three people looking around, and it looked clear, so we sparked up. Well, we were about 1/3 through the joint when all of a sudden this guy walks up. Completely out of nowhere. We had three people looking around and he totally snuck up on us. We didn't see him until he was three feet away, the joint in full view. We didn't hear him at all, even though we were being quiet.

Well, it turned out he was smoking, too, so everything worked out okay, hehe. But it could have been bad... we were being as careful as we knew how to be, and he still snuck up on us. If it had been a cop, we'd have been screwed fo' sho'.

Yeah, we don't smoke in the park anymore, heh...

 

40 lbs of chronic, i have a pic but its to large for hipforums.

 

lol ya that happened to me and my freind. Well except the guy wasent smoking he was hunting......

 

And here is my story. I live in a small town, and all i hear from people is that, in the city, you don't have to worry as much about gtting busted, becuz they have better things to deal with, but in small towns, they got nothing bettr to do, then bust kids with bud. I never really looked at it that way, an i am never really afraid of cops.

Now, i go to a camp, and all the kids i grew up with i thought were straight edge, until i got invited to a reunion with them, in the city, in which pot would be smoked. After i recovered form the shock of these people i used to think were straight, actually smoked up, i made plans and headed to the city.

The first night, we were walking towards a beach, and my friends year older sister would jokingly say "we're gonna get caught, we're gonna get caught" and i would jokingly tell her to shut up. Later on, we're underneath a light, at some random shed near a boardwalk on a beach, and there is like 10 of us burning, a couple it was there first time, and really paranoid,not me though, later on that night i found out ive been the one smoking the longest. One girl says "OMG its a cop" i told her to shut up, adn that it wasn't a cop......"OMG OMG its a cop" she says, and so i look and all i see it headlights, and i told her it wasn't a cop. Then she gets really scared, screams and says "SHIT!" i turned around, sure enough, it's a cop. So most of us went around the "random shed", and at the time im borrowing my friends bong, who's back in small town, so im jsut worried about loosing his shit. Most of us casually walk fast as the cop kinda just circle these roads, im assuming just trying to scare us. As we go around some corner, some of the new kids sprint, i just kept walking, since i wasn't scared anymore. We all meet back, to find some kids didn't even leave. Nobody caught, no harm done, except one girl threw out a dime, but later retreived it through the garbage can. All was well. The funny thing is, i was kind of scared, and at the same time, it was just an amazing rush,with the threat of being caught, and i enjoyed every minute of it... as long as i didn't actually get caught.

lucky for me, my mom is cool with me smoking pot, so im not worried about her, and out of respect, i choose not to smoke in the house, but sometimes she says i do it too much, and it bothers me. Once a weekend is not to much... is it?

 

I was in my house and my Mom came down and hung out with me and my friends for 1 1/2 hours without even suspecting a thing (at least I don't think she did)

 

Heh, I flipped out this morning. Ok, so last night I went outside behind my shed and smoked a bowl. I'd been out there maybe two minutes smoking, and I hear my neighbor (the afore mentioned probation officer) putting some garbage out. I got all worried that he'd smell it or something. After about 5 minutes, the paranoia passed, and I walked back inside.

Then, this morning, the phone rings. I see on the caller ID it's him. I don't answer, letting the machine pick up. He's leaving a message directed at me! I'm thinking fast, thinking he's gonna start talking about how he smelled it last night and was gonna call the cops.....I'm freaking out, right?

Well, it turns out he was having his car towed and wanted me to move mine out of the way, just in case, so it doesn't get hit by the tow truck (this happened to me last year). Talk about relief!

By the way, rashekee, I hear you on how you weren't scared. One time the store I work at got robbed, the guy was all on edge, yelling and waving the gun around...but I wasn't scared at all. Wasn't even excited really. It's actually kind of funny how calm I was, when I should have been scared. Strange how that works....

 

yeah man thats cool. were you high? or really just in control of yourself?

 

I guess just in control, since I hadn't started smoking yet, and never do for work anyways. I can't really explain it, it just didn't phase me. Not that I was trying to be a hero or anything; I did what he told me to do, but I did it like I would do something that my manager tells me to...not out of fear, but just because.

 

Hmmm... let's see

1) I was sitting in this neighborhood before school with my car in park and my blinkers on and I was grinding up some bud. I'm usually pretty smart about it when I have all this shit out so I'll check my mirrors like every 3 seconds. Bam a cop comes rolling down the street in a white impala. I quickly put the shit between my legs and act like I'm talking on my cell phone. He drives by I'm still all sketched out and I continue to drive through the neighborhood. I go around this corner and to the left I see the cop at a stop sign waiting to pull onto the road i'm on. Then finally we get to another stop sign and i turn left and he turns right.

2) In that same neighborhood I'm driving the ol' nissan stanza smoking a J listening to the colt's game and all of a sudden this little shithead dog runs straight at my left front wheel and I try to hide the joint and swirve out of the way as quick as possible. To make matters worse the owner of the dog is standing outside doing some yard work so if i was to hit the dog then I would have to get out of the car and talk to the owner who would be pissed and what the fuck would i do with the lit joint? Not to mention how would I explain to my parents why I was driving around some random neighborhood. So I look in my rear view mirror and the little bastard dog is just chasing my car barking.

3) So... my dad had gone out of town for the day so I decided to smoke 2 joints while sitting on my computer. Basically the room REAKED of bud and nothing could help me. Not ozium, not a fan, not an open window, nothing. My dad got back about 45 minutes after I had finished off the second joint and I was stoned out of my mind and he said what's that smell? Then asked me if I had been smoking. I denied. Despite the obvious smell of the room he just let it be (maybe because I've been improving my grades? who knows) and went downstairs. LIFE LESSON: Don't smoke joint(s) in your room when you can just hang out on your roof and smoke them.

4) I got in a wreck early November and I had my bowl and everything just sitting in my center console. So I got out of the car and went to the other ladies car and checked to see if she was ok. Called my parents and told them about it. Went back to my car to write down information. Quickly grabbed the bowl kit and all and shoved it in my backpack. Phew.

5) When I got my ticket going 72 in a 40 I had my bowl and a bunch of other weed shit in my trunk. It was past curfew so I was freaking out. The cop never got the idea to search my car, but things could have gotten real bad real fast.

 

so im guessing your not the best of drivers...haha...

 

I wouldn't call myself a bad driver. I got a ticket around like 12am on a weeknight in the summer on my way home. The road was barren. The cop must have had their headlights.

When I got in the accident I was trying to air out my car cuz it smelled like bud and i was looking up to close my sunroof and i looked back (probably a second) and the car in front was stopped and I tried to brake but it was too late and the car skidded into the bumper. My vision was kind of weird at the time (adderall was wearing off) and it was around rush hour.

But I've definetly adjusted my driving from taking several risks to quite cautious. As forest gump would say "(sh)it happens". Best you can do is learn from it.

 

well said

 

ive never almost been caught by my own parents but i have been by a friends parents. i was over a friends house and his parents were going to be gone for a few hours so we started smoking in his room. after 3 or 4 bowls the room was completely filled with smoke so we opened a window. well as we were opening the window his parents were pulling up. we turned on every fan that we possibly could and lit any sort of incense or candle in his room. when his parents came up to talk to him they said that something smelled and asked if we had been smoking. we told them that we were just smoking cigarettes and thats why we opened the window. since they really couldnt do anything because they hadnt actually caught us toking, they just let it pass even though they definately knew what we were doing.

so i guess we kind of did get caught, but didnt have anything happen to us.

 

My best friend (also the man who got me smoking about 5 years ago) had come down over Christmas break to visit his grandpa who needed a heart transplant and was probably not going to live. Well, before he even got to the house, he called me up. Told me to get ahold of some bud, because we were celebrating his return. I called up my dealer and got ahold of some skunky shit. Well, at this time we were both around 15, and still had to stay at his grandparents place. So we were just smoking...no worries(his room was upstairs, and his grandparents were lazy fucks that hated stairs.) All the sudden after about 6-7 bowls, his grandma downed a Red Bull or something caus she was walking up the fucking stairs! We just ran out of his room hoping the other would clean the mess....Well that didn't happen. His grandma walked in the closet where the fucking bubler was, still burning. She grabbed a shirt out of his droor, and just casually walked out. Thank god for old senile grandparents!

 

OK. Me and my friends are about to smoke in this graveyard off some dirt road. We are sitting in the car packing a bowl with all the doors open and some guy pulls up. We were just like, "damn, we have to leave now" and thought nothing of it. Well, the guy rolls down his window and holds out a badge and says, "deputy sheriff." I was like oh shit, and plus i was robo tripping, which did not help me get throught the experience. Anyways, he asked what we were doing, and we told him we were checking out how old the graves were. He was like, "OK, well there has been vandalism goin on up here so I was just stopping by." Then he left and I was trippin out

 

Oh yea, one time i was in costa maya mexico and i bought weed from some mexican in this shop. I walked into this ghetto ass part of the town to smoke it and i resided under a palm tree beside the road. I'm rolling a joint and I look up and some fuckin mexican cop drives up to me on a motorcycle. I ate the weed and fucking took off, for i imagine that mexican jails must suck.

 

Once, me and my friends were outside of our high school back on this little bridge at about 7 p.m. roasting a bowl. I remember that it was the day my friend hooked me up with both some Super Silver Haze and some Grandaddy Purple, straight from the Clubs plus I had some vicodin to through on top, so we were pretty stoned. Then all of a sudden a cop comes walkin' through and we only spot him when he's like 50 feet away and I've got the pipe and I was just about to light up.

So I quickly stick the pipe in my pocket and look straight down. The bowl also happened to be cherried so my pocket began to fill with smoke. My heart was pounding and the cop got really close. But then, instead of stopping he just said 'Good evening, boys' and just kept walking. As soon as he was out of sight we all burst into laughter and I burnt my hand on the cherry.