Fucking unreal

So awhile back my mom saw my cell phone, decided to look through it and found some suspicious shit. She does some looking into it and finds out pretty much everything. Oxy, weed, booze, and whatnot.

So. What was I to do? Take a month long break just to regain trust, and then start right back! Lol.

So I slowly started smoking again and eventually I make a habit of smoking a joint Or bowl out of my window every night right before bed. No jne ever got suspicious.

The day after Christmas I was preforming the ritual and my mom for some reason decides to knock on my bedroom door at two in the morning, when all my lights are out. She acted like she had went to bed like at 11. Big suprise.

I eventually have to unlock the door and of course she can tell i've been smoking. No biggie. I told her it was my last joint leftover from when she busted me. No punishment at all.

Yesterday I was sneaking a half oz to my room to hide. I was really paranoid about her hearing it crinkle in my pocket or something and making me show her what it is, so. I taped it to my leg.

I went in the bathroom to take a shit and then I leave. Because I had pulled my pants down, the bag was exposed to the bathroom air. Impregnating it with intense fumes of teh marihuana.

Mom uses the bathroom after me and somehow smells it. Right then and there a hundred bones wortha weed went down the toilet. I almost cried.

So now I am pretty much on lockdown. Sucks.

Moral of the story: double bag your weed if you try to sneak it somewhere.

 

Moral of the story:

Don't stop to take a shit when smuggling a half oz of pot.

 

usually these smuggling stories involve a border patrol agent

sorry bout the drama nero..bettter luck comin dude....

 

at least you dont get random drug tests.
im literally afraid to smoke cause i never know when theyre gonna test me :/

 

That really sucks, maybe try smuggling while the mom isn't home? Stash it outside until she leaves or goes to work.. Get an airtight container for your weed, it's worth it! MJ is the stinkiest shit to try to get away with while living at home with parents.

 

She had been at work and I went upstairs and when I came out of the bathroom there she was.

I had just come back from a deal too.
She says she is going to start drug testing me. She wot though. She never follows through with anything.

 

Nero! You gotta be careful with that shit, man hahaha
You got busted so you should have been WAY more careful than that! You shoulda took that bud straight to your room and hid it somewhere safe. Or really you shouldn't of been trying to hide that much weed in your house at all.. especially cause you've been busted so many times. It's gonna take awhile for your parents to trust you nowww

Good luck!

 

Yeah.... I am picking up more bud tomorrow. I am going to be super extremely careful.
I feel like such a dick for just brushing it off and continuing my stoner ways- but it's inevitable. I've proven to myself I cab take a month off with ease, and that I get all my school and other work done with it.

 

you need to start acting like your mom is the dea.. haha be careful!!

 

LOL, dude, sorry about that man but, wow. Half an ounce.....Ouch! I think that you would be better off not keeping it in the house.

 

Good news is that I had a full packed bowl, and one joint in my room already. So even though the half o Is gone, I'm still got weed to burn tonight.

Epic win

 

Ya you're lucky about that!

 

after i read this i deleted all of my texts, even though my phone never leaves my pocket. don't worry my parents are crazy too i get drug tested every now and then and when i'm high my parents always know.

oh yeah and they search my room because they think marijuana is the devil.

 

This is why backpacks are your best friend.

Sucks to hear man.

 

Sorry dude... Livin with parents makes shit way harder.

I got a bunch of money for Christmas and I spent half of it on weed. My mom was looking through my wallet (don't ask me why, I have no clue) and asked where all my Christmas money was. I had no idea what to say, but then my phone rang (it was a Christmas miricle) and she left.

I hope she doesn't bring it up again, cause I'm out 100 bucks and have nothing to show for it

 

You were hanging out with girls and wanted to look cool so you bought them food and other things.

That one won't fail unless she has any doubts about your sexuality.

 

ah to be 15
thats a funny story it was taped to ur leg haha wtf

 

Sorry about what happened to ya.

I was going to start a thread about my mom finding my weed.
But i decided to post it here instead. A day i will never forget!

My mom kicked me out of the house for fighting with my little bro, and her to
when i was 15 (in the 70s) -long story.
I had to move to my grandparents for a year, and they lived 400 miles away.

When i was finaly allowed back home, i promised to get along -bla bla, etc.
She had a new boyfriend, he was a sarg in the army and seemed cool.
I was on my best behavior because i DID NOT want to get kicked out again!
I even got my GF back.

So a few weeks later, i was at school when i realized that i had forgot my
bag at home. I started to panic, but calmed down cuz i knew i was always the first to get home. My mom worked, and the boyfriend was on base.

I get home and go to my dresser fast. The bag was gone!! It was only about
a joints worth of rag, so it didn't stink. I put it in the back of my underwear
drawer because i was going to take it to school the next day.

She had to have found it after i left, before she went to work i figured.
I was sweating bullets!! I thought i might as well start packing. It would be
another hour i would have to wait for her to get home.

I paced around talking to myself for a while, then i decided to put on my
Led Zep Houses of the Holy album, and try to chill.

I heard her car pull in, and i started freaking again. She did not come to my room. I could here her moving around, but she wasn't knocking.
I'm shitting bricks, and she isn't even knocking!

Like 10 minutes (seemed like years) go by and she bashes on my door finally.
I turn off the music and open the door, expecting to get shot or something.
There she stands with a big ashtray full of Maui Wowie.

She said; here ya go, this is to pay you back for stealing your stash!
Sorry, but i was jonesing this morning she said. You could of knocked me
over with a feather right then! wtf!?

Turns out she was a closet hippy. She hid her partying from me well. I had NO idea. We partied that night, and after. She had a Toker 2 (water bong)
that she liked to put ice in, and a drop or two of vanilla extract.

We got along great after that. In fact, i gave her some of that shit i told you
all about in my "Too High" post. She hadn't smoked for 20 years.
Only she listened the the creeper advice, and had a good time with it.
Unlike me, face down fucked-up.

 

Oh yea i forgot, she got the Moui from her army boyfriend, i guess they didn't test back then, or he was risking it.

 

Haha, that's amazing