Seriously, anyone ever had this happen to them?

I feel like I need to share this story it's not so long but lol a bit with me I haven't posted in a while. :D

Ok so, here I am, it's probably 12AM I'm stoned and on the computer probably browsing porn and lurking totse, and after a while I get tired, take my pipe, lighter and weed baggie to my room. Now I am quite diligent in hiding my paraphernalia as in I hid it in places that are:

1) Out of plain sight.
2) not easily reachable(as in needing to get a small ladder to get to it.
3) where the smell might be contained a little if I hide the stuff right away(My closet smells like weed smoke, but I've been clean for about 2 weeks so I guess the smell is starting to dissipate.

Ok so the only thing I admit MAYBE didn't hide that great was the weed baggie which I placed next to the T.V. under a bunch of index cards (which isn't also immideately in sight because if you enter my room and look to the left the tv is facing diagonally to the right so the baggie was behind the tv's left).

After puting everything in it's place I went to bed since the next day I had to go to my classes(COLLAGE LAWL). And when I return home at about 7pm and go directly to my room, oh the horror, I find that my room has been "tidied up"(Which I admit is not something I would have expected but I didn't take into account that my mother had just recently retired and I guess with her having litle to do probably decided to do something I'd rather put off until later as a favor or whatever train of thought she was following but at this point my face is blue and I'm sweating cold).

So I panic, I jump inside the closet and start looking fo rmy things, everything is where it used to be the only thing gone was my baggie and I guess a few rolling papers I put under the baggie. Now I just panic, sit on my bed and start watching tv waiting for some kind of "confrontation" as in "we need to talk I think you know what I mean".

But the thing is that to this day, nothing has happened, I haven't been "Talked to" nor have my parents said anything which scare me because I know deep down these two are anti-durgs. My moms roman catholic and my dads a protestant but perhaps their religions aren't the thing here.

Has anyone have this happen to them?

One time I had some weed in a little tin and some more in a coca cola cap with cling wrap over the top. They were in my pocket and the weed in the cap spilt - I got home at the end of the night and found out and was scrapping all the loose stuff out of my pocket onto my bed sheet...shit was everywhere anyhow I must have passed out/fallen asleep and the light was still on...my mum must have got up to go to the toilet or get a drink or something and came in to see why my light was on because the next day I woke up and the light was off - My mum would have seen me sleeping on a bed of weed!

She never said anything - I think it's easier to pretend these things never happened rather than dealing with it :D

I smoked with my mom before.

My mom gives me weed for free.

Bad parenting done right.

Same here. It ain't the end of the world! In fact, it's a life lesson! Now, My mom sells me methadone & klonopins.

--KP

Same here. It ain't the end of the world! In fact, it's a life lesson! Now, My mom sells me methadone & klonopins.

--KP

Be proud.

Be proud.

But sometimes I break into dat condo & rob that bitch! Not rob her, but take 8 kpins and take a swig of some methadone. I'm her flesh & blood for crying out loud!!!!!!!! I deserve relief from the pain society brought to me!!!

--KP

Do the right thing.

Smack that bitch upside her head.

lol shit. I guess i'll just pretend lol

When I was a wee little 16 year old still living with my cunt of a mother, we lived in an apt building, 4 kids, one mom, two bedrooms. Fucking ghetto place.
Well a cop shows up for an unrelated noise complaint for some asshole kids, and smells reefer. So he starts knocking on my neighbors door.

Well our neighbor was a drug dealer, about 27 or so I'd guess, so I never hung out with him, though I had smoked with him a few times.

Anyway, I'm sitting on the communal porch shootin the shit with my sister, second floor porch btw, and all of a sudden, this dude opens the drug dealers second story window, and throws out a joint, freaking out and shit, so we just laugh for a second.

THEN the dealer comes to the window, looks at me, holds up a fucking HUGE kroger bag (yes, a god damn kroger bag, of all types) filled to the fucking brim with pot, and then double bagged over to keep it all in, and he says dude, GRAB THIS and he drops the whole fucking bag straight down behind the industrial AC unit for the businesses downstairs.

I'm young, and eager to please the dealer, of course, so I run my little ass down, and grab it and find it's filled with all this weed. So I crotch it, take it in the house, and hide it in a little nook in my bathroom closet. Pinched an ounce of it for myself, and took off to the woods with it.

Come back hours later, it's all blown over, I give dude his shit back etc etc. Well my mom being the cunt that she is figured she'd search my pockets (it was a routine thing for her, though, random and never expected) and she found this bag of weed, and TOOK the whole motherfucking thing, AND THEN made me go tell the dealer that I pinched his shit.


He didn't care, and I told him SHE stole it from me, so he threw me more, and some cash for helping him.


Then later, my moms bf comes over, and I am burning a bowl on the porch with some friends, and he comes in the middle of the circle, hits it a few times, then goes to pass, and it's me next, and THE CUNT skips me of my own weed, and just hands the bowl to next in line, my mom.


He never did it again though, and in fact, he never even smoked weed in front of me again. Fucking whore. 16 or not, I let this bald motherfucker know I'd chuck his ass off the steps if he did it again.

I doubt your mom smoked your weed. The first time my mom ever found anything drug related in my room (I think it was a box filled with leftover stems/shake stuff and a pop can for smoking, yeah, ghetto I know) she just took it but didn't say anything about it.

It's almost worse that way, you're sketched out for weeks afterwards, waiting for them to drop the bomb.

they use it for later evidence.....so dont fuck with them.

QFMFT. Almost a year later my mom tried to bust me for that pop can and a shitty spoof she found, and I didn't even live in the house any more.

Yeaa about 2 years ago I started noticing random shit missing from my room, a little bag of stuff here and there. Then one day I got home and my parents had everything lined up nice and neat on the kitchen table, pipes, bongs, scripts, everything. I was lucky on the timing and just said "April Fools" and told em it was all fake.

Talk to your parents about weed. Its not a big deal.

For many parents, this is not the case.

Sometimes I think you are living out a persona/fantasy on totse..

It's cool though, keep it up.

Sometimes I think you are living out a persona/fantasy on totse..

It's cool though, keep it up.

lol..

lol if you think I am making that up, then I won't even bother to tell you about the rest of my life, because seriously, that is nothing. I mean dude, my parents smoke crack and meth, what the fuck KIND of life do you think I've had? Just because you were sheltered as a kid doesn't mean we all were.

no it's just that you ended it sounding like a tough guy without actually saying anything to the guy fucking your mom. thinking and doing are two key distinctions. but all in all, i liked the story, and by you not lying at the end makes it credible. ez.

No, I did say something to him. He was a stuck up hippy asshole with retarded views like abortion being ok, but hunting and fishing are wrong, even catch and release, because it stresses the fish. He would say this shit with a straight face. A true faggot. He and I went round and round on many things, that night was merely the start of it.

I wasn't a normal 16 year old kid. I got my gf knocked up at 16, quit school, got a job, and started paying bills. At that point in your life, regardless of age, you are no longer a child, and I refused to be treated as such, especially by some stupid fucking hippy trying to act like my step daddy or some shit. LOL I won't even go into the shit with my actual step dad.

i don't mind when others pinch my smoke, if only they admit it. my girlfriends parents tend to pinch out of her stash when they're out, but they'd never admit it, even though its not like we'd yell at them or anything, because it'd be quite understandable...

The ONLY time I've EVER been caught smoking weed was by my dad. There were 4 of us smoking chutes, and he was wondering what the chute was.

We showed him how the chute worked, and he was reluctant to try it out. After he tried it, he decided that he'd rather just smoke from a pipe, so he went inside, grabbed his weed and pipe, and came out and smoked with us :D

lol I know I'm talking about all the posts you've ever made about it, I dunno if they're just linked together in one big fantasy.

not trying to call you out or anything it's just a novel concept I created within my own head.

My parents just flushed it. Never said a word. They expected it would just go away.