Several years ago, shortly before the fourth of july, I've got 40ml of nitroglycerin drying out in a cabinet, and a ten gram meth cook going on the stove, and about 150 grams of acetone peroxide precipitating in my fridge, sitting back with my girlfriend smoking a joint when I hear my door bell.


I look out my door, and what do I see? The chief of police, and the head detective in my town, standing there ringing my bell.


So I go downstairs, and instead of letting them in, I go outside to talk to them, they insist I come to the station with them, and refuse to tell me why, but I figured if I was fucked, they wouldn't be asking. So I went.



I then end up being questioned for two fucking hours about my knowledge of explosives. From what I gather, some fuck tard I used to know, and had not seen for a year before that day broke into a drug dealers house, and stole his safe, and I guess the dude reported it.


Well, this fuck tard knew I was into pyrotechnics from the year before, and told these pigs that I helped him blow up the safe.


So after about an hour and a half of screaming at these fucking cunts that I am a HOBBYIST, and would never use my knowledge for illegal purposes, and how fucking offended I was they would imply as much.


So they ask to search my house. I told them sure, when you present me with a proper search warrant, I guess there's nothing I can do, but give my permission? No. I know better than to waive my rights.


So THEN the cunts start asking if I smoke/have ever smoked marijuana. I immediatly say no, and the chief asks slyly, so why is there a Bob Marley sticker on your van? To which I replied, that belongs to my girlfriend, and besides, it's FUCKING MUSIC.


They then ask me to take a lie detector test, which I flat out refused, stating they aren't admissable in court. He then tells me I watch too much TV. I said well, think what you like, I know they can't be used, and there is no reason for me to take one. So he starts saying they will arrest me and hold me as long as possible on these charges unless I took their test.


I said fine, give me the fucking test right now then. They say oh, we have to schedule it, probably gonna be next week. Sure. But you know I have a job, and I don't appreciate you cutting into my work time unless you are going to compensate me equally for my time, so good luck finding a time that doesn't conflict.


They said they would get back to me, and I never heard from them on the same subject again. It was never brought up in all the times I saw those two whores afterwards.



Dumb, dumb motherfuckers.

I was in 6th grade last year and we had all just gotten our cell phones. I was standing right next to my friend when I called him on my RAZR and he answered. It was hard to understand him though because I was hearing his voice with a split second delay in one ear while the other heard him in real-time.

Closest call ever.

haha, good read.

Several years ago, shortly before the fourth of july, I've got 40ml of nitroglycerin drying out in a cabinet, and a ten gram meth cook going on the stove, and about 150 grams of acetone peroxide precipitating in my fridge, sitting back with my girlfriend smoking a joint when I hear my door bell.


jesus... its like a kitchen from hell... thats enough explosives to do alot of damage...

seems like overtime im walking down the road fucked up on something or tripping i have a cop drive past... and usually we are out long past curfew...

Smoking under a bridge thing near a street and the cops drive by twice, everyone gets up to jet and the bong rolls down the hill right in front of them.

Doing lines in my relatives porch while they were on the other side of the door.

Well, It was a few months ago one night and I was doing some lines of Oxycontin. I was down to one last line.

I get ready to snort it and my dad walks in whilst putting on a sweater. He seemed to be having trouble with the sweater so I snorted the line and wiped off the glass table in an instant. He went on to say how it sounded suspicious and I tried to say I was sniffing because I had a cold and he said he was just kidding.

I was somewhat nervous.

Me and my friend were driving to my neighborhood out past curfew. I had a ball of white in my pocket and we got pulled over for speeding up to do a lane change. I had been drinking beers and tossing the cans into the back seat. The cop pulls us over and looks in the car and finds the cans. He asked whos they were and I told him they were my friends older sisters who used the car earlier. My friend said the same thing when asked. The cop flashes his flashlight in my eyes and asks "are their any drugs in the car I need to be aware of?" I told him no sir and he checked the tags. They had been expired for like 7 months. In the end the cop let us off with a warning. I got lucky as fuck, thought I was going to jail.

Dumbass cops sent the ghetto bird and two squad cars after us after we did some stupid shit. We had to dip through bushes and washes. There were about 5 times that they had the spotlight on us while we were hidden under bushes.

After spending the day in a state forest tripping balls on LSD, I decided to make the drive home and got stopped by a cop for some bullshit reason. He said that I wasn't allowed in the state park after sundown... and i left.

That story sounds boring as fuck... but getting pulled over still tripped out on LSD was intense as fuck. Seeing those blue lights in the mirror was like a nightmare.

I've got a similar one, my mom walked into my room right after i finished chopping a line on my desk. I heard her opening the door and through a magazine over it that I had put on my desk a few minutes before incase something like that happened. That was pretty scary shit, she asked me why my nose was bleeding later on..."uhhhh...I've been picking it a lot lately," great excuse that was.

That and the god knows how many times my parents have found bud in my room/pants/car. Found my friends adderal script in my car too.

he asks me to smell it(weird)

How the hell is that weird? He was clearly smelling for alcohol

How the hell is that weird? He was clearly smelling for alcohol

And apparently he did a piss-poor job of it, too.

They said they would get back to me, and I never heard from them on the same subject again. It was never brought up in all the times I saw those two whores afterwards.



Dumb, dumb motherfuckers.

It sounds like they knew that you knew your rights and that fucking with you would take time and work going to get a warrant and all that.

That's what I never get, people always break down and confess when the police start threatening them. "Oh, we'll hold you for as long as possible", "If you don't let me search the vehicle, I'll arrest you" and so on and so forth.

Smooth move. lol

When I was 18 I was smoking a blunt in a park at about 3 AM in my jeep, and I was hotboxing it. It was a blunt of some good purple. I'd been at this park a million times and smoked, and had done so on pretty much any day of the year any time of day, and all of a sudden red and blue lights are flashing right behind me while I'm halfway through the blunt.

So, I know I'm fucked because my vehicle is hotboxed and I had 3 8ths in seperate baggies, and the cop knocks on my window, I roll it down, and he says, "step out of the car." I do so and he says to put out the blunt. I do so and then he asked, "Do you have any more drugs on you?" I didn't say anything, and then he searches my car, finds the weed, puts it up on my seat, takes ONE of the bags, and then says, Go home. I said yes sir. Then I drove off and that was that...I didn't get a ticket or anything, LOL. Mexican cops FTW.

Thankfully none of this happens to me.

Parents know what I do...they don't really approve but I'm an adult, pay them rent, have a decent job, car, don't ask for anything from them. My dad and I used to smoke weed and split up bags of oxy, before he went to rehab.

As for cops I just try and be as careful as I can and keep my mouth shut. I try not to put myself in obvious bad situations.

One night i decided to toke up a bit in my room(which is right next to my mums room by the way lol). But i musta smoked like 8 bowls that night and i was stoned as a motherfucker. Well anyways i go to sleep and the next mornign my mum comes storming in my room and wakes my ass up. I could tell she was pissed so i figured she found out about the night before. And she holds out her hand and theres a tiny little pot seed sitting in her hand. Shes like whats this? Being an ex-stoner herself she of course knew what it was, but i just played dumb and was like i dunno. So she starts flipping out and was like i found this in your bathroom. Funny thing is i never had any in my bathroom so i musta been my brothers haha.

I got three speeding tickets before I turned 20. I also flipped my car when I was 18 right next to a no trespassing sign, but luckily it was in the university cop jurisdiction rather than city cop jurisdiction, so I didn't get a ticket and I was really lucky (or that's what she said). Other than that, I've had about ten other encounters where I just had to talk to them, but no ticket or anything.

I'd say the most embarrassing one would be when me and a couple friends were just hanging out in a vacant parking lot goofing around. I ended up putting my car in drive and letting it go on the idle speed while I walked next to it, but my friend was in the passenger seat just in case it got out of control. My other friend was on the other side of the lot. The cops pulled into the lot about this time, so I got in the car really quick and put it in park. I'm a horrible liar so I just told him the truth of what we were doing out there - just being bored, goofing off. He was like "well, when I pulled in, your car was moving by itself and you were chasing after it." So, I explained it again. He thought I was drunk and confused, so he asked me to step out and he gave me a sobriety test (I was clean). He asked me one more time what we were doing and I told him the same story, that my friend was in there with his foot on the brake in case it got out of hand. He asked me if it was the friend on the other side of the lot (who was getting patted down at the time) and I said no, the other one. He looked really confused (I guess he couldn't see the guy in the passenger seat) and eventually left.

It amused me. I have plenty more cop stories, but that one was the most entertaining.

when i was a senior in highschool, i would sell underclassmen little gelcaps full of keef for five dollars. the administration eventually caught on and decided to search me one friday. as the "resource" officer and i were walking to his office, he made the stupid mistake of walking in front of me down the stairs, so as quick as i could, i reached into my back pocket and in one swift motion, opened the bag containing the caps and popped them, and throwing the bag behind me.

so im sitting in the office, the cops giving me the usual rundown, we believe you have narcotics blah blah anything i need to know about before i search you blah blah.

he pulls out of different pockets wads of cash from bathroom deals n shit, asks me why i have so much money on me and in different pockets (it was 60 dollars in 5s and 10's, which is a bit much for a kid to have in school) and i told him i just dont have a wallet and he left it alone.

thats when the keef starts kicking in.
i had eaten the remaning 10 caps, which weighed out to about 2.5 grams. these caps wernt ment to be eaten, just popped open and dumped in a bowl or something, i didnt KNOW if anything would happen or not, but - i had eaten 2.5 grams of keef- of course something was going to happen.
im sitting in my class, waiting for the day to end, completely fucked up, and like an epiphany, it hits me.

i had 30 caps at the start of the day
i sold 12
i ate 10
i reach in my hoodie front pocket, and theres 8 loose capsules, filled with keef.
so so so so so so fucking lucky the cop only patted (is word?) the front pocket instead of actually checking it.
guess who got high that night.
xD

holy SHIT this thread is awesome.

One night I was rolling and wandering the streets, the cops must have spotted me and thought they'd come and see what I was doing. The fools thought I was drunk and ordered me home. The my pocket had my pill tin in it and they wearing clanking around as I walked away like tic tacs in a metal container. I was too off to have my heart skip a beat but the next morning I realised how lucky I was.

As for my parents my mum has come to my place right after I've smoked up with me acting doped up and no doubt the smell lingering in my bathroom and wondering why I had the exhaust fan on :p

Another time I passed out and the weed in my pocket must have come out and the baggie wasn't zipped up properly and it fell everywhere in my room , it was late and I left the light on...mum came in to turn it off for me...She never mentioned anything though.

Finally I had another passed out moment where I passed outside a church on a busy road. I must have been out like a light for a good half hour or so before I could get up and go home (a cat had rested on my stomach!) and if a cop had of come to check me out they would have found weed in my hand.

Ive had so many of those...recently well like last year...

I was going to the Pumpkin Run at the fair grounds which is a big classic car show over here and I had just gotten my methadones from the DR..my bf said I was too fucked up to go but I've gone every year since I was like 5 so I went..but it was Friday night and traffic was heavy and slow so I didnt wanna pay to park so I was waiting in the dollar store parking lot for the cars to die down a little through there and next thing I know...a cop is knocking on my car window asking me what the hell im doing...I was passed the fuck out behind the wheel with keys in and the radio on and my eyes were so fucking red from me being high and messing with them and long story short..he was trying to get me to say I was drinking which I was not and I was like no do a breathalizer on me ill do any test you have...I work 3rds and had no sleep (from the pills but I didnt let him know I was on anything) I had my dones on me locked in my car and papers from the pharm but he never knew that..pretty much told him I was going to the car show my dad helps run it and he walked me to the car show and I had to get my dad and he gave him my car keys said I shouldnt be driving..

yea and I was 20...so what the hell I had to get my daddy involved LOL such bullshit cop was trying to get me to confess to being fucked up...but I wasnt letting him..

other times was just being around parents/bfs fam and trying to shoot up and not get caught..close calls but all worked out...

i was with my buddy this past winter,and he was speeding,going 50 in a 35,and we saw a cop throw his blues on and i had 2 zips of kind bud on me,a scale,and a large amount of baggies so his stoned ass not thinking he tried to evade the motherfucker,but my buddy ended up pulling over when he caught up . the cop said to him he had a right to search us and all this bullshit but he said since he was having a bad day he was letting him go with a warning.someone was looking out for us that day

Just because you are on campus doesn't mean you are safe from cops.

This is kinda long but its pretty intense...

The other day I was tripping mushrooms with two good friends at a park nearby my house. We parked our cars in a different neighborhood that connected to the park by trails, incase we had to make a getaway. This was perhaps one of the most fortunate decisions of my lifetime.

So the three of us are tripping when a couple more friends show up. They are tripping beyond description. Of course, they start acting retarded and loud. So I am by one of the trails in the park, just sitting and enjoying the trip, when I see flashlights everywhere behind me. At this point I had a bowl, bag of chronic, cellphone, cigs, and a lighter in the pockets of my sweatshirt. I took off bookin' like a nigger down one of the trails, and I could tell the lights were not far behind me. As this is going on the shrooms have fully kicked in and I am tripping balls.

After running so hard I lost my way off the trail, I ducked down and hid. I checked my pockets and all I had was my cigs. No cell, weed, or a fucking lighter. I had no idea where I was or where anyone else I had been with was. After awhile I worked my way back to where our cars were and met up with my two original friends who were there. They actually had my phone for me ( found it somewhere after calling it a few times ) but the rest of my shit was gone.

Now this is where it gets good....

After talking to my friends I found out that everyone had gotten away, and that the other kids who were there had left in their car ( parked right outside of the park in plain view ). I called one of them up to see where they were going and a fucking cop answered the phone. Now I was really freaking out because I knew that the kid I had called had at LEAST 3 oz. of shrooms on him. I ended up just hanging up and chilling the in woods for a couple hours until I was sure it was safe to drive away. We found out what happened was the cops just chased us a ways and then waited for the kids to get back to the car. Parking where we did saved our asses that night.



Ohh and I still haven't talked to that kid to this day. Lol

Just because you are on campus doesn't mean you are safe from cops.

Correct. But it becomes the unversity cops' problems, who are a lot more lenient, not the city cops. The university cop that was talking to me said that I should be glad that I'm out of the city cops jurisdiction because they were ready to write me up a few tickets. All I had to do with them was fill out an accident form, but no tickets or anything that went on my record. I know I'm not safe, but they've always been a lot cooler.

uh i was rolling a J and my dad walked in and i had weed all over my desk but it was kinda blocked by a folder...i almost shit myself and convinced him i was about to change my clothes so he should get out

I have a charlie horse in my leg.

Couple close calls just sitting in my room about to rail some lines(coke/ecstacy). Someone will walk in, but i always cover it quickly. Still intense though.

One time, cops stopped me and my friends. I had alcohol in my backpack(underage at the time), my friend was being a dick to the officer and the cop was getting pissed off. So we quickly apologized and left.

closest call: I've had a hand full of them. I think having a bag of weed fall out on the floor in front of my x-gf's parents was the closest. Her older sister totally saw it, looked down as I picked it up and gave me a weird stare over dinner that night, it was crazy.

I think the other close call was having my mom come into my hang out spot out back, right after I had taken acid, was starting to trip, and the room was filled with pot smoke. She didn't notice the pot smoke, but she did start playing a knife that I had, she like came up to me, (I was tripped out) and she like acted like she was gonna stab me. I remember my friend screaming like a girl, because he was on the same 2 blotters I was on. It was scary as fuck, but she some how missed the pot smoke filled room, maybe because I had incense lit.

The other time, was coming home to find my bowl on my computer table, sitting out and not knowing if my mom pulled it out, or if I left it there.

I was walking down the street next to the beach fuckin hammered with a beer in my hand. Cop pulls up next to me and just tells me to dump it out and keep walkin. then he left. shit was tight

Try to look at it from a cops point of view, everyone, and this will give you a bit of insight as to WHY your situation happened the way it did.



Would you want to do two hours of paper work on some gay ass charge that you know won't make a difference either way?


For all of you caught drinking, do you think a cop wants to do ALL that bullshit paperwork for something so simple? Hell no. It's much easier to tell you to dump it out, or take your shit (even drugs) than it is to arrest you, deal with any possible bullshit that might come up in the arrest, and then do a shit ton of paperwork, only for the arrest and charge to do NO good at all?


Say you do get charged with PI, which is public intoxication, you get arrested, you spend at most, the night in the drunk tank, and you are right out the next day, ready to get drunk as hell outside Dennys again.


Cops really DO try and make a difference, most anyway, they actually take the job because they think they can make the world a better place, and it's hard to bust real criminals when you are stuck at a desk for two hours doing mundane bullshit paper work for a charge that no one really cares about. And yes, this applies to drugs as well.


Not to mention those types of arrests don't get the cop any kind of recognition, it's the BIG busts that get them noticed, and that's what all of them are after, the big bust, most of the shit in this thread was small fry shit, in the grand scale of things, ya dig?


Now, if a cop took two ounces of meth, or something like that from you, and sent you on your way, now that would be a reason to be like OMGWTF HOW AM I NOT IN JAIL.

I dunno if you're in the US or not, but an ounce or less is posession.

Neither dealing with police nor parents, but I thought I'd share a recent story:

I'm stoned in 1st block, blah blah blah, it's a fucking BASIC computer class that I only have to take because I transfered here and therefore didn't get it back in effing 8th grade and if you don't it's required, so they know you're ready for today's workforce and all that shit. Whatever, I knew more shit than the lady teaching it (she basically relied on this one website that had REALLY bad info).

Well, I'm in the middle of the class, everyone can see me and I'm chatting it up with homeboy Alex, and I've got a pack of Marlboros (Red 100's incase anybody's wondering) in the pocket. I was spinning around in my chair for a bit. Then I went, got some water, went to the bathroom, actually walked around the school 3 times then came back.

I go to sit down, and Alex says,

"DUDE, are those your cigarettes on the floor over there?" They fell out while I was spinning and I was so convinced somebody would see me pick them up. Nothing ever happened though. Why he didn't just grab 'em first thing JUST IN CASE, is beyond me though.

I dunno if you're in the US or not, but an ounce or less is posession.

I've heard its a felony charge here in Georgia.

But, I dunno different states have different rules.

I was in Vermont for the US Open earlier this year and one night my friends and I decided to get really drunk and head down to the lodge to see some friends who taught snowboarding at the mountain. Anyway, long story short, my best friend ends up stumbling down to the bathroom to throw up, I go with her, and we spend at least half an hour in a stall while she tries to make herself boot. Our other three friends were sitting outside the bathroom waiting and at one point one of them sticks his head and goes, "Dude...cops..."

So these cops stroll right on into the bathroom, try to open the stall door while I'm freaking out and making my friend stall for time by peeing and I hide the rum she had in her purse in the tampon disposal thing. We come out and they question us, ask us our ages, da da da, what we've been doing tonight, if we've been drinking, why my friend is so sick, etc. Then they announce they're going to Breathalyze us; my friend came up something like .13 and I somehow came up all zeros. Then of course the cops start making snide comments about how glassy my eyes are and am I sure I haven't been doing anything tonight? I told them that no duh my eyes are glassy, I've just spent 45 minutes in fluorescent lighting with my poor, dear sick friend. After that they treated me like a fuckin hero and told my friend to be extremely thankful that I was so smart and that I was there for her.

I'm still baffled as to how I passed that Breathalyzer, because I'd had far too much to drink that night.

Me and 2 of my mates had just had a joint in one of my mates car, we were about to drop my other mate at his, when we are going up his road and we get pulled, I had an eighth of stinky bud on me which i quickly whacked in my boxers (It was in a baggie dont worry) Then saw a grinder in the side pocket so i put that there as well, i also saw 2 packs of rizla and half a cigarette (Obviously for smoking weed) So i stuffed it all in my boxers, the police guy comes to the window and starts talking to my mate saying he can smell weed etc, My mate that was driving says he hasn't smoked and then he put his head in the car and asked me and my other friend if we had, My mate who was in the back just says yeh i've been smoking, then he rambles on about some thing where he grew up with drugs etc etc, Didn't ask me if i had smoked although i was absolutely blazed, He then asks me to get out the car and sit on the wall, so i get out and manage to walk normally to the wall and sit down with an eighth, grinder, 2 packs of rizla and half a cig, Never got caught or done for that which was good, even though there was a baggy left in the car with a little bit of weed in on the drivers side of the center console.

A close call I had with my parents, one day I was smoking and my dad knocked on my bedroom door. I freaked out and said one second. I didn't know how I was gonna get out of this one, as soon as I opened my door he'd smell the weed. However, at the last second he said "are you lifting weights or something?" since I had a weight bench in my room. I told him I was and that I'd be downstairs in a few minutes and he left. It was damn close, of course that was years ago and since then I've been caught.

With the cops, two occasions come to mind. One time I got in a serious car accident with two big fat dimes on me. Nobody was hurt, but my car was totaled. I was sure the cops would search me for weed, but we crashed in front of people's houses, and they had come outside, so I couldn't very well take weed out of my pocket and stash it somewhere, so I pretended like I needed to find something in my car and quickly put it in my sock. Surprisingly the cops never even bothered to search me. The next occasion was simply getting pulled over for speeding while I had weed on me. Once again I wasn't searched so nothing happened, but it was a close call for me.

I was smoking weed one time while watching cops, thats bout close as i got.

i quickly whacked in my boxers (It was in a baggie dont worry)

What your friends and the cop think of this?

Say you do get charged with PI, which is public intoxication, you get arrested, you spend at most, the night in the drunk tank, and you are right out the next day, ready to get drunk as hell outside Dennys again.


This made me LOL

But it's not true if you're underage. they want your ass under wraps. that's why I got a 250$ ticket for fucking cigarettes when I was 16.

Alot of people here aren't even supposed to have alcohol so that's why the shit is amazing.

this isnt myspace fucker cut the cute html shit out

It was a good ass story though.

Now for my contributions

I was at this festival in a neighboring city, pretty tight actually, basically just an open lawn, shitty bands on stage, most people drunk as fuck.

I was high as hell from who knows how many bowls, between 5 people, and I was getting a little buzz going because they weren't carding at the beer stands because of the long lines, I think i was on number 4. So, not too fucked up but fairly belligerent and just fucked up looking in general.

I'm walking thru these droves of people on this field with a beer and cig in the same hand, when i bump into this drunk asshole (i don't remember what kind of guy he was, just a 20-something dickhead) and my cig just kind of.. doesn't sizzle him, but little embers fall all over the place.

I say "FUCK, sorry" and he grabs me on the shoulder and he's like "AH ITS OKAY" and slaps me on the back.. pretty fucking hard, causing me to spill beer all over this chick sitting crosslegged near him.

So by now he's like "what the fuck, you think you can just, come here, and do this" and this security guy walks up and asks if theres a problem, and I just BURST out laughing, like that obnoxious high laughing attack that occasionally occurs while ordering at McDonalds when stoned.

I look a little closer at the guy and he's a COP but in a cop T-shirt, I guess just for this fucking festival. I'm standing with a beer looking at this cop as he converses with this drunk man, but I'm kinda on the spot too, but not really even able to talk. I'm also kind of swaying and twitching, pretty damn nervous, I had my piece and a sack in my pocket too. So the cop just closed it out with "So's everything ok?" And I was like "Yup" and walked away.

That same night, maybe 2 hours later, I kind of got seperated from all my friends trying to get a margarita, and I JUST got one when they called and said they were leaving. So I'm walking towards the gates, rather fucking disoriented, and I end up going to the wrong exit, in a city i'm unfamiliar in. I end up walking AROUND the whole festival on the street with my margarita at like midnight to get to the other exit, link up with my friends and then we're crossing the street to get to the parking lot, there's cops serving as crossing guard. When it comes our turn to cross Belt Line, we were in front, all talking loudly, and he's like: "oooohhh, what's in the cup?" and I reply with a shitty, on the spot answer: "Blackberry Slush" he looks down in it, but remember it's dark as hell. so he shrugs and he's like "alright, just makin sure."

How he didn't smell the beer on my breath I dunno, I was drinking Budweiser all night.

that's all i have the patience to write now

Jewww

I had some weed and wanted to smoke it but didn't have any means to light it in my room. So clever me went downstairs to the kitchen, lit a candle on the stove and took it back up whilst holding an actual bowl (for food) over the candle to stop the candle light being seen by my mum whilst passing her room. I get upstairs into my room which is the attic and I put the candle down waiting for around 10.30 when my mum goes to sleep. At about 10.15 I hear her coming upstairs so I run over to the candle and put it out. She walks in with my laundry and says she smells burning so I just play dumb. She gets the impression my computers overheating or something and goes back downstairs. I go back down at about 10.30 and relight the candle, come straight upstairs and smoke a joint out my window. I put out the candle and because I'm fucking stoned out my mind I get all paranoid and spray the whole room with loads of deodrant. I then turn the light off and put on my dead serious hoodie which covers my eyes and sit in front of my computer doing w/e. My mum then comes up with her boyfriend worried the computer will explode. She starts asking me questions and I just started laughing with my skeleton hoodie on. She asks why it smells of deodrant and I replied "because I hate the smell of burning." She turned my computer off saying it was dangerous and went downstairs. xD

security guy walks up and asks if theres a problem, and I just BURST out laughing, like that obnoxious high laughing attack that occasionally occurs while ordering at McDonalds when stoned.

I've been there before lol

Well back in the day about 2 weeks after I got my license me and a buddy were driving out to a piece of property I have out in hick-town to toke down, and my buddy (an idiot and a novice) decides to stony cruise it. So he packs my bowl and tries to light it, but the dumb motherfucker packed a seed in the bowl and it got stuck in the stem, so you could hardly inhale at all. As he was trying to smoke it anyways, a cop was pulling out of a sidestreet parellel to us and turns on his lights. I had a HUGE oh-shit moment and told him to stow the weed and pipe. I pulled into the gas station and the dumb motherfucker put the stuff in the glovebox, which is where the registration and insurance information is. So the cop comes up to my window and tells me I was going 54 in a 35 (my bad) and that he needs my license and registration. I was shaking because I was so nervous, because there were cigarettes in the open and because I was underage, that is reason enough to search my car. Luckily he either was a cool cop and just didn't smell the weed, or he didn't think about it, but I still got a 100 dollar speeding ticket. When I think about it, there was a huge amount of luck/karma with me that day, as if my friend wouldn't have been a dumbass and packed the seed, we would have been blazed as fuck and baking out the car and most likely we would have been FUCKED.

Not that bad, but it is all I have.

Parents story:

I was straight up smoking a bowl in front of the computer, like probably 5 minutes after my mom went to bed. With a sploof.


I was blowing a hit thru the dryer sheets when my mom knocked.

I just threw everything on the floor and went to answer the door.

I only cracked it to talk to her at first, but being high I was paranoid about that being suspicious so I just opened it more figuring she couldn't see the shit on the floor because my comp. chair was right there.

She told me something like "Oh yea, you need to set your alarm" and then I was like "ok.ok" and was like shutting the door before she finished.

I closed the door, turned around, and lmfao.

it was so obvious. a HUGE pipe, sack, resiny dryer sheets, lighter all out in the open. And I know she could of seen it from where she was standing :/

Another weird time was loading a bowl, but leaving my sack out on my desk because I was just gonna go to the store, and I could stash it when I came back.

I ended up getting a phone call on the way and I didn't remember of course, and I was just like OK

and I came home to 2 magazines sitting on the desk and the sack right next to it. I guess my mom put them on my desk without turning the lights on. ~~ Thank JOOOOOOOOZY

so i was staying at a friends cabin up in this kinda quiet mountain town. a bunch of people were there, and we're all just posted up hitting a bong late into the night. then two of my buddies popped some shrooms.

so they were tripping, and everyone else was just really faded or drunk, but a few of us started getting dry mouth, and i wanted some caffeine, and there was like nothing to drink in the cabin but beer, so we decided to drive to 711 at like 2 am.

so four of us decide to go, me who was faded, a friend also faded, and the two guys on shrooms. i drove, cause i had a car, and we didn't want the shroomers driving.

so we couldn't find 711 in our town, and had to go like 30 miles to another little town, through these windy ass roads. i had a piece and small amount of weed in the car, and i let the shroomers pack bowls in the back, which we smoked en route. made it to 711, got some mountain dew and shit, and headed back in.

so we were cruising through the windy roads, i was chain smoking cigs, the car reeked of weed, the dudes in the back had huge pupils, and then i notice headlights behind me. they didn't look like cop lights, but i kept wondering if they were, but it was too dark to tell. after driving very conservatively for a while, and sped up a bit, assuming it wasn't a cop. i was incontrol of the vehicle completely, but a little relaxed as the road was pretty empty, and im sure i did ride up on the double yellow a couple times, not like completely over it but just touching it.

sure enough though, after like thirty miles we were getting back to the town where the cabin was, and the red and blue lights go on.

i pull over, and just sit there, thinking "fuck im going to jail, but if not this'll be a good story.' i wondered how bloodshot my eyes were, but didn't dare to check them in the rearview and let the cop see me do it.

so cop gets out, and walks up on the passenger side, tells me he pulled me over for crossing the double yellow, and asks 'are there any drugs in the car.'

now luckily they had eaten all the shroooms, but there was my weed in the back seat and my piece. now me and one of the dudes on shrooms have medicinal cannabis cards. as the cop asked the question, i was wondering, 'should i show him the weed? and hope the card will get me off?" but before i can decide what to do, the dude on shrooms says "yeah, i got some weed and a pipe, but i have a card for that.' he claimed my shit as his own.

now his pupils are gigantic, and hes shown the officer weed and the med card, and the conversation goes something like this:

cop: "how much are you allowed to have with this card?"

my friend: up to one once

cop: thats ridiculous!"

my friend: i know! (then he kind of realized that was a stupid thing to say, and said) "its a little overkill, i think

cop: when do u use it?

my friend: whenever i want!

according to the shrooming friend, the cop looked like an umpa lumpa with bulging eyes, and the plants on the side of the road behind him were swirling and very distracting. muthafucka kept his cool tho

so the cop gives back the weed, and gives us our drivers licenses after checking them for priors or something, and i knew soon it would be my turn. sure enough, he says "driver, get out of the car"

so i get out, get padded down, and he went through my pockets. he asked me beforehand if i had anything on me, and i said no, but i told him i had a med card too. idk really why i said this, i guess in case he found some paraphernalia or anything on me i forgot about.

so he asks me if ive been smoking weed that night, and im like 'no'

so then he starts doing sobriety tests. first, he had my tilt my head back, close my eyes and count to thirty in my head, while he shown a flashlight at my face. i guess its to throw u off balance if ur drunk, so i think i did fine on that one, i hadnt been drinking at all. next he took my pulse, which happened to be really, really high. i tend to get jittery from lots of caffeine, and the mountain dews, combined with lots of nicotine, combined with the adrenaline from getting pulled over, made my pulse ridiculously high. so after that he had me hold out my hands, fingers spread, and shown a flashlight on them, checking to see if they were shaking. and once again, i was very jittery, so they were.

so cop goes : how long have u been using meth?

and im like "ive never done meth" which is almost true, except im sure some of my e has had meth in it.

so cop goes "youve never done meth?"

'never'

cop: ok, so when was the last time u did meth?

i kinda sat that for a minute, thinking, really? youre really gonna try to trick me like that? and then i said, no ive NEVER done meth

cop: so if i took u down to the station right now, you'd pass a bloodtest?

me: yup.

then he asked me if the front passenger had a drivers license, and i was afraid he was gonna have that dude drive my car back and take me in.


but he sat me down on the curb, and then talked to the passengers a bit more, and came back.

he says: ok, so i think that you r driving under the influence, but u say ur not, so im gonna let u go. u guys say you're going back to a cabin, so u need to go there, and stay there.

and thats what we did.


like stupid noob said before, im sure the only reason i got off is cause it was 2 am and the cop didn't feel like doing all the paper work, im sure he had enough cause to take me in.

but end of story, we showed the cop weed, and drove away, and finished that weed back in the cabin with the bong.

great thread guys. i dont hav many stories but this one comes to mind.

i was in college, in this break room chillin in between classes just killing time. i jus bought some weed and had it in my pocket. somehow as i was walking arround it fell out, one largeish sized bag with a few dime bags inside. i dont kno how long it was on the floor but i saw it while goin to throw something away so i quickly picked it up and put it in my pocket, trying to look as casual as possible. I'm sure at least a couple kids saw it cuz the room was packed and it was on the floor directly infront of a couch that a few kids were sitting on. no one said anything tho. sucky story, i know


edit: jus thot of a good story. so i drove my moms car (without her permission) to this stupid kid's house so i could sell him some bud ridiculously overpriced. i wasnt even supposed to be driving cuz i wasnt on the insurance, and i had mayb an 8th on me on the time. half way their i realize the left headlight was out, but i thot "fuck it, i'll jus get their quickly and get bak home". i drive to his house and as soon as i do i turn off the car and the lights. like 5 seconds later a cop SLOWLY drives pass me goin the opposite way, staring at my car and me, prolly making sure the stickers were ok. if the car was on i would of probibally got pulled over, and would of gotten into some shit for sure (even if he didnt find the weed, which was really strong and smelled strong). that scared the shit out of me

o and one time i was with my friend walkin bak to my house right after the shrooms started to kick in. their was a cop across the street on the sidewalk for some odd reason and he just gav me and my friend a hard stare. we both had shrooms on us and were starting to get a lil freaked out. after walking mayb 30 feet past the cop we both burst out laughing

I have another story. hand full of them. should write a fucking book.

anyways......
I had been hot boxing a bathroom at my local park, this bath room no one uses, at all. Its in an area were people never walk up to, or use. It was around 8 am or so, just happen to be toking, while taking a shit. I finished up and went out side, lone and behold I see my mom walking towards me, with my dog. No more than a second later a park ranger and two workers came towards me, passed me and kept walking behind me to the bathroom. I watched them sniff the bathroom, and like talk to the ranger. It was scary as fuck, though I didn't get caught, but my mom being there right as I walked out of the bathroom I smoked in and such. It could have turned out bad.

Not police, but pretty close:


School starts at 9:30 AM as opposed to 8 on Wednesdays at my school and we had a tradition at the time of meeting up, smoking bud, eating breakfast maybe, then coming back to school.

One time in particular, my friend didn't have a car for that week, so I was just gonna pick him up after he got dropped off and do the same.

Well I pull up, for a discreet pickup, and this kinda gay ass dude runs out, opens up the hatch on my SUV, throws his bag in, basically making a huge scene.

No one was there though, so it was chill we thought. I pulled out onto the main road and my friend started loading a bowl in his lap.

Our school has this gay security guard who works with the principal, basically.. makes sure no cars get broken into, no one smokes cigs in the lot, that kinda shit. It's a fat fucking nigger who drives a black Honda Element, gay as fuck.

So anyway, we're on the main road, maybe 1/4 mile from the school, and my friend is LIGHTING THE BOWL. when I notice the security nigga directly behind us. I'm like "dude.. thats joe" but we just figured he was driving around the school or something but then he speeds up, gets in the right lane and stops next to us at a stoplight.

We're all like "oh fuck!" He motions for us to roll the window, and my friend in the passenger seat rolls his down, remember, bowl in lap being loaded.

Security: "Where you guys goin?"
Friend: "Oh.. McDonalds"
Security: "You guys know you can't do what you're doin right now."
Friend: "School doesn't start till 9:30"
Security: "yea but.."
*Light turns green*
Security: "Follow me.."

We keep driving a ways away from the school, and my friend hands the piece back to my buddy in the back and says: "Stash it!"

The security dude ends up pulling into a shitty stripmall parking lot like 1/2 mile up, and he's like "So you guys were JUST going to McDonalds, and you were gonna come back to school?"

So we're like whew, he's letting us off easy, so we say yea.

And he's like "nah once you get to school grounds you can't leave again! you're gonna need to go see the Dean.. follow me"

So again, we follow him, fucking scared still that they might search us. I usually park off campus so I can't be searched, but he pulls into the parking lot and tells us to follow him into the Deans office.

I grab my backpack in the back and see that the piece, a nice ass chillum, is laying on the floor with weed spilled everywhere, and the sack is out in the open..

Luckily I'm fully blocking it so I got my bag and just shut the door quick, then we went into the deans and we got TRUANCY. Before fucking school. Much better than the alternative so I treated it as a blessing!

It started with me and a couple of friends were chilling at one of there apartments. We started the night off by smoking my first few bong bowls, and g-bong. My friend's mom just got some oxys so we headed down the freeway so they could pick some up. They got there pills n such, and we headed back to my friends place, he decided it would be cool to go 110 in a 60 and got himself pulled over. They had all the oxys, cant remember how much, on them. Along with a piece and a small baggy of weed. Thus to my surprise after we got pulled over and he just got a ticket, All but two people in the car had outstanding criminal warrants.

Alright I've got one

Me and some friends were smokin at the back of my neighborhood in some woods like we always used to do. There are a couple houses near it but we were stupid and smoked there anyways. We had about a half o and a glass pipe and one friend decides to walk back to his house to get his bong. Well while he was walking back with a bong under his shirt a police car drives past him toward us. So he calls and we got out without seeing the cops. but that was a close call.

I've had quite a few but I'll post one.


One time me and my buddy were drunk as shit driving around (stupid, I know) and we had been driving up on peoples yards and running over their mailboxes and doing donuts, and a little while later we pass this cop. I'm looking back at him in the mirror and he turns his lights on and starts to do a u-turn back towards us. My friend immediately floors it and drives in between these two businesses and into a neighborhood all before the cop has time to turn around see us. We would've definetly went to jail that night if we got pulled over.

Damn, physhsty, I've had something similar happen to me with the being accused of meth thing, but wasn't quite as lucky.

An older black dude that used to get me weed said he'd get me some for free if I'd give him this old piece of shit tv that didn't work anymore that was taking up space in my carport. So I was like cool, so we was driving through the ghetto that's well known for drugs, to get some weed with the tv in the back of my truck when we run into a roadblock. I'm a nervous person anyways, especially when it comes to dealing with police, and I just drank a monster and hadn't eaten all day. So the cop is asking for id and reg. and I'm shaking as I'm handing it to him. So he asks if I'm high on meth, and why I'm shaking and why my pupils was so small(dumbass cop obviously). I told him about that I've always been a nervous person, and some stupid excuse that I have diabetes and I shake when I don't eat, because my dad has diabetes and he does that (but I don't have diabetes). Anyways, he asks if I've been to a doctor, and I tell him no, then he says he believes I'm on meth and I need to take a sobriety test and he accuses me of stealing the tv to pawn it for money to buy meth and all this shit making me even more nervous. So he does the test where you follow the flashlight with your eyes, then he does that count to 30 seconds in your head with your eyes closed staring up at the sun bullshit. I ended up counting to like 20 seconds instead because I wasn't thinking straight so he arrests me and takes me to get a blood test. Now, the thing is I smoked a lot of weed and snorted the most coke I've ever done a couple of nights before so I was scared shitless of getting a DUI(drugs), which I was arrested for. Some how I got lucky as fuck and my bloodtest turned out negative for everything though so I didn't get a DUI, but I did have to spend a couple hundred dollars in bond money and about 12 hours in jail but still I'd say that was a close call even though I was sober at the time, but I was sure the coke and weed would have still been in my system.

did u get the cops or your money back for making you go through all that bullshit?

well, my parents recently divorced, and they're having their arguements but my parents are chill with my drug habbits anyway... but so one day it got out of hand with their arguing and my mom called the cops and told me to get everything out of my room. well shit i stashed all my bongs and paraphernalia in my backpack and booked it to my friends house about a 100 feet away. went back to grab my 2 about 8 week old plants. get one over, and i get back to my house and grab the second plant. well i was carrying them with plastic bags help loosely above the top of the plant but held around it so anywayy... i walk out my door and two cop cars pull out and i planned on just to keep walking but, by this time they were concerned about domestic abuse and told me to stay so they could talk. my parents werent hitting each other but it was a good arguement thats for sure and so as im sitting there giving my information to this cop im holding this plant with a bag over it. luck was on my side, the cop asked, "what are you holding" and i stuttered and was like "uh.. uh a pot..." and that point i just kinda had to ruin my plant adjusting the bag to cover it but luckily the cops didnt pursue it further and just went inside to talk to my mom. then the cat ate my other plant at my friends house while i was gone. what a kick in the teeth. my mom laughed about it after but i didnt find it funny.

damn dude, that sucks, u werent even doing anything!

Me and my mate were fairly well in to a trip, probably an hour or two, and we went and met up with these other 2 guys, who were both absolutely smashed. We were sitting at this bench that overlooks the town, and one guy is just screaming his head off at everything. Then we head back to his place for a while, smoked a few bowls. Then me and my mate who is tripping start walking back to his place, and literally 3 cop cars and a bike pull out of this road to the park in front of us. we had about an 1/8th of shrooms on us, shitting ourselves. (also it was around 3am). We just gave the cop on the bike the thumbs up, and kept walking. Not that close of a call now that I think about it, but it was scary as fuck at the time.

Another one, me and the same mate had been tripping down town, and we both start heading home. I was still tripping pretty hard. I get home and try to have a conversation with mum. She accuses me of being baked, which I deny. Then she tells me that we are going to my aunties. So I have to sit at her place for an our with 1cm diameter pupils.

did u get the cops or your money back for making you go through all that bullshit?

Hell no! It's almost impossible to get bond money back here even if you're proven not guilty. I wasn't going to sit in jail any longer though because I was innocent and I'm claustrophobic, so I had to get a friend to bond me out and had to pay him back. I couldn't afford a lawyer anyway, and I would've needed a good lawyer because the court would have said the cop had probable cause to arrest me and get me a blood test because I failed his gay ass sobriety test. I was thankful in the end though because if I failed that blood test and got a DUI(drugs) it would've cost me a lot more. I have a couple more stories that I'll post later.

This thread is just one big tl;dr

I have one story with my parents. it isn't very bad but i think its funny that they believed me.
One time back in my ghetto days I went in my backyard to smoke weed with my pipe i made a while before. (It was a hollowed out pen and a socket piece on the end.) Right as I'm taking my first hit, my mom walks outside and sees me. She starts freaking out and and asks me what I'm smoking. I tell her that I took one of my dads cigars and put smoked some of the tobacco out of the pipe. She was still pretty pissed but would it would have been a lot worse if she knew it was bud.

I've only had one close call with the police.
I got pulled over by a cop for running a stop sign and i had a quarter of bud in my car. It was about 11:30pm and in my area there is a gay law saying that anyone under 18 can't be driving past 12:00. A new law recently got passed that any 16 year old can only have one other person in the car with him. I had four other people with me.
So the cop walks up and is being a dick about everything then asks me for my license and registration. After he gets back from his car it was 11:50. He tells me that hes just going to give me a verbal warning then he starts bitching that I have to be home by 12 and I was about 15 min. out of town, and I tell him that I'm going to let my friend drive because he is over 18.
He tells me to be safe and stay out of trouble and I think I'm safe. He starts to turn and take a step toward his car then he comes back to the window and says, "Well while I have you stopped, do you have anything illegal in your car?" I say no, and then he asks me if if he can take a look. I tell him that I would let him but I have to get to my friends house before 12. He tells me that I will be fine and then one of my friends that didn't know that I had anything in my car told me to just let him because we will be fine. I say that I'm driving and its my car and I don't agree to have it searched. The cop says ok and surprisingly didn't try anymore to get me to agree and goes back to his car.
That would have blown if I would have gotten mip because it was I think 4 days after I got off Probation.

Should have told her it was crack.

One time my buddy and I were boxing his car at this park close to my house, smoking my bong, checking out the view of the city. After we had smoked 5-6 bowls he says, "Wouldn't that be gay if we saw cop head lights come around that corner." And I say not to worry about it, this park is my second home and I've never seen a cop up here. But sure enough, about 5 minutes later we see the distinctive shape of 5-0 lights and we're like, "we're fucked!"

So cop pulls up to the completely boxed car, shines his bright ass light directly in our faces, so we couldn't see the driver's face. We roll the windows down and smoke is pouring out of the car for a solid 2 minutes, coming out of my window and going directly into the passenger window of the cop car.

So then the passenger cop starts asking us questions:

Cop: What are you boys doin up here?

Steve: Nothing officer just enjoying the view

Cop: You guys smokin some weed

Steve: Yes sir

Cop: Mind if I see it?
I reach out and hand the passenger my altoids tin with 3-4 bowls left inside

Just after i hand it over the spotlight moves and we see our friend Justin (who is a cadet) driving the car, laughing his ass off.

Steve: What the FUCK!

So he gets out and gives us back our bud, and leaves. God damn that was one of the scariest moments of my life.

wow you lucky son of a bitch...
i had to go to the station and get bailed out...fuck

Lmao, he got you guys good.

good thread bump.

bitches
fuck
my
penis

BUMP.

BFMP doesn't equal BUMP

parents: -mom: found an ounce once, and poured it down the toliet and smashed a cheap $10 bong. next day, got another ounce and made a grav. i openly smoke in front of her, and she doesnt do shit besides make threats.

-dad: i found out from my younger bro that he was smoking behind my back (being a hypocrite). so i left him a voicemail while he was at work telling him i knew he smoked and he was a bitch for being two-faced about it. he comes home, asks for me to get him a half, and keep the change. it was a $100 bill. he tried to hit a 2L grav, couldnt handle it, so he rolled a small j, like a bitch.

and this summer, me him and my bro went to busch gradens in va, smacked on every ride for 3 days straight. and i skipped out on 3 of my orientation meetings for college to smoke on campus with him.

-cops: pulled over for a $30 ticket (fucking $62 processing fee, fuck that). an ounce was sitting in the open when the cop came up to the car. david blaned the shit out of the bag, and went on my way. other cop shit, but i always hid my bag on me and denied and fried all them piggies.

and my schoolcop tried to threaten me with the "i know you smoke and sell. im on to you" routine. i had like a month left of school, and the bitch never made a move. but he's trying to bust my bro next year, but that piggies car is gonna get fucked up.

parents: -mom: found an ounce once, and poured it down the toliet and smashed a cheap $10 bong. next day, got another ounce and made a grav. i openly smoke in front of her, and she doesnt do shit besides make threats.


That's where I decided tl;dr internet tough guy.

On the job? Are you a prostitute?

haha let's see...

(back in the day)parents: i had a qp of some middies, well stashed, and an eight of some fire, half-ass stashed, in my room. well my dad walks up to me and says "well i found your fucking weed"so i reply "dad i don't really even smoke that much just very occassionally". well my dad replies "well you must smoke like the fucking marlboro man when you do, you're not getting any of this shit back". turns out he found the qp haha. anyways long story short caught more times by my parents than i care to admit.

cops: a possession ticket in Ohio, and a couple PI while fucking hammered in Indiana. one of the PI's i was trying to steal a bike, i doubt i could have even ridden it.

and blackdog that is LOL

Closest call with parents:

I was just into smoking weed, and I usually had like an hour and a half to myself when I got home from school before anybody else got home. So, because I thought I was alone, I packed a bowl and sat out on the back deck. It was a homemade pipe made out of an asthma inhaler. I kept the little grey cap, and when I thought I heard something in the house, I put on the cap, and tossed the pipe into a snowbank. Not even three seconds later, my dad opens the door five feet away and asks me what I'm doing outside. I just told him I heard some kids fucking around in our backyards and sent them away. He bought it.


Closest call with cops:

Three of us were sitting in this kid's truck, smoking a joint each. Needless to say, it was boxed. There was also several baggies with E in them and there was a mirror with a couple line of coke and a razor on the dashboard. We were literally in the middle of nowhere, in a forest, behind some abandoned barn. Suddenly, we heard a door slam, and I grabbed the E, my other friend put out the joints, and the truck's owner just wiped all the coke and the razor onto the floor. The cop came up and bitched at us for smoking weed and driving, but he didn't ask to search or anything. Fucking lucky. Except that the coke was wasted.

That's where I decided tl;dr internet tough guy.

Sounds like it could be a "real men of genius" commercial.

My best friend decides to start selling weed, so we pick up a 1/2 pound from our source. jump to a day later, we have about 3.5 ounces left and we stop at a 7/11 to get some soda and some chips. As we are leaving we light up a blunt; about 5 seconds later I see blue flahing lights in my rear view mirror. Need less to say I am shitting my pants; as soon as we stop, over the bullhorn the cop tells me "step out of the vehicle sir". As I am getting out of the truck mothing but bad scenarios of me and my friend gooing to jail are going through my mind. anyway, I step out of the truck and walk towards the officer. as sonn as we meet the conversation went like this

Cop:"do yuo know why i pulled you over"
Me" No Sir, Why"
Cop:"your tires are to wide."
ME: "yes sir, next time I get a chane I will get them changed"

Me and the cop talk for about a minute then he leaves

Me and my before-mentioned friend talk about this to this day

Me and some guys I work with were driving around after work. We had just got done hotboxing with 2 blunts when I see cop sirens in my rearview mirror. I pulled over and the cop came up to the window. I rolled down my window and smoke just fuckin poured into his face and he squinted his eyes and coughed a little bit. He told me that he pulled me over because my license plate light was out. Then he took down all of our names and found out that one of the guys I was with had a warrant for his arrest. He ended up arresting him and then he just sent me on my way. He never said shit about the weed.

The next day at work, the guy who got arrested told me that the cop knew we were all stoned out of our minds, but decided to let us go because we cooperated and were friendly with him. Why can't all cops be this fucking cool.

I am an Australian, and decided to go with a friend and spend 3 weeks in Thailand -What an experience!!!

Two days into my holiday in Bangkok...really needed a smoke.

2am in the morning, reasonably drunk I headed back to my hotel, and on the way some Thai chick asks me if I would like to buy some weed. "Hell yes!" Off I go following these random people down a dark passage. Met up with some other guys, exchanged cash for a handful of weed and then I continued my walk back to the hotel. -Easy enough!

Suddenly the dark passage lit up behind me, and it was a fuckin thai policeman on his motorbike. Im like "fuck, what the fuck should I do!" - I didnt know whether to run, consume the weed or get rid of it. I was fuckin panicking, people get killed/life in prison for this shit.

I decided that I would throw the weed on the floor. The motorbike was getting closer, and I was ready to run. I felt a grab on my shoulder, and the officer got off his bike. He asked me what I was doing.
"just walking back to my hotel!"
"I saw what you did, you will be coming with me!".
FUCK!
He grabbed me by the arm, and had taken to me to the location where I had dropped the weed.

The officer started to call for backup. I was going to make a dash for it but this guy was armed; tazer & gun. -Stuff that.

He held me by the arm and explained that I would be going to jail for this, unless I paid him $10,000 AUS. -Money I didnt have.
He asked me to hand over my wallet. He was going through my cards, eftpos, credit card etc;. He then started to talk on his phone. Without him noticing I slipped all my important cards (I.D, passport, credit card) into my pocket. He grabbed my arm "What are you doing!" I look up at him, wacked his arm down and sprinted as fast as I could. He gave chase, but I knew he wouldnt catch me. He blew his whistle, that attracted nearing police to my location. I didnt know where to go. Bangkok is huge!

I knew I had to lose my identity some how. If they had a search team out for me, I would be easy to locate. I threw my shirt, and hat away. Everytime I heared I siren I ducked behind bins and hid in gardens.

I made it back to my hotel. I immediatly told my friend. We didnt know what to do. I thought they would be hunting me down, and that there would be a knock by Thai Police any minute now! My friend and I got our maps, and planned for the next morning we would escape Thailand by catching a train to India, and then a plane flight from New Dehli to Australia.
-This was the worst sleep in my life!!!

The next morning, I was thinking a little more clearly.
To cut a long story short:
I ended up going to the Australian Embassy, and speaking with an Australian lawyer. He told me that I was going to be fine, and he would protect me!

The moral of this story is : Dont by drugs in Thailand!!!
Hahaah!!!

I live in new zealand and most cops dont give a fuck really, they only care about growers and shit. As long as you dont have that much ur sweet lol.

Shit... where do I begin. Ok, i'll tell a few of my stories over the years.

Most of these are school-related.

Close encounters:

Most common: Dropping packs of cigs out of my pocket at school.

now onto the more risky ones:

1. walking around all day with my pockets filled with a whole carton of smokes. I got pretty paranoid.

1. Walking along the school hallway, i dropped a baggie of weed, behind me was a teacher and a tour group of prospective students and their families.

2. I get searched randomly because I hang out with known users and dealers, once I had a grinder with a little bud and a lot of kief in it, just so happened it was in my laptop bag which I didn't have on me that day. If I had brought my lappy to school like I do most days, I would have definitly been busted.

3. Smoking a bit of weed at our drugs hangout spot, we built it out of two water tanks and put a roof on it and chairs and everything, we were bound to get busted at some point. Anyway, we were smoking some pot out of a pipe we made with a hose because we were bored. We hear some rustling in the leaves that we set up as a warning system. We all pissbolt, and a few metres behind us is a teacher. We manage to bail down to a group of shops near our school. I was wearing a brown jacket, which I always wear, and I'm one of the only guys in our year level who has long hair, so it must have been pretty obvious I was there, but they didn't follow it up...

busted:

1. Back in 8th grade 4 years ago, I was stoned pretty much constantly and everyone knew it. One day when I was away sick, the principal was in my classroom, someone just yells out "JAMIE PHELAN SMOKES POT!". When I came back, they'd already interviewed EVERYONE with the threat of expulsion if they didn't tell them everything they knew. I walked into the school, got pulled aside and searched, with a G of bud on me.
Result: Two week suspension, I had to do some major asskissing not to get expelled.

2. This year, I got busted in a major crackdown. They found out about a dealer who I was gonna buy some speed off, and then MADE UP evidence against him, like saying there was security footage of him giving me it, when it never came into my hands. He ratted everything.
Result: Forced counselling and a two day suspension for me. Absolutely NOTHING for the dealer. Now that's fucked up.

Been caught by the police a few times for weed but that's about it. To be honest I don't really tend to bother hiding it all that much but for the moment it doesn't really matter all that much anyway if your over 18 and have less than an 1/8th on you. Caught a few times with alcohol in my <18 years but in those cases they just make you tip it away as long as your not stabbing anyone or robbing old ladies.

There was one close call when I went outside a rave for a ciggy and a guy outside was being beaten up. All the police were outside keeping order as they usually do and they wanted to interview us all and take our details as witnesses. Most people cleared off not wanting to get involved but I was in my own little world enjoying the ciggy. Two policemen come up to me and start asking me about what I saw I had pupils like saucers and all I could come out with was the goofiest answers whilst chewing my face off, literally vibrating to the music I could hear inside. After about 10 mins of interviewing me they asked me for my details which I declined and then they asked what I had taken that night. In the state I was in I couldn't really lie and said nothing to which one just said "hope your having a good night, take it easy!" and the other said something about him missing out and wishing he had an excuse to go in there!

So not really a close call because they were pretty sound policemen but it could have turned out pretty bad considering I was noticeably messy, had a g of mdma and an 1/8th of weed on me (Enough to be nicked and sent down for.)

Iv had much worse close calls with the police concerning graffiti which usually ends up with me being covered in mud, cuts, bruises or oil... And then there was the one time I had to tread water for half an hour under a bridge whilst the police searched the area.

Real version: I watch too much Locked Up Abroad.

I've been caught three or four times with bud by cops, but I've always been let off. Never lost more than a bowl over it either, because I leave most of my stuff at home if I'm going somewhere, and never bothered lying about it either.

But back when I first started smoking I was still really into parkour, and so were a few of my buddies, and we'd go climb buildings and smoke on the roofs and shit. One night, we saw a flashlight peaking over the side of the building, followed by a cop's head, and we all bolted. I had the pipe, but I let go when I jumped into a pine tree that was next to the roof (it was only second story), I crashed through the branches and landed on my feet like five feet away from the other cop's partner. He turned and stared at me, shining the light in my eyes, and I started laughing at the look on his face and put my hands up. He searched me, didn't find anything, and asked what we were doing.

So there I am, stoned and going on passionately about parkour, and he shines the light in my eyes again and asks me if I'm stoned. I answer an affirmative and he just shook his head, told me not to run next time, and asked me if any of my friends had weed. I said we only had a bowl, and he let me off. He told me if he caught me on a roof again he'd write me up for tresspassing.

My friends made the more intelligent option of hopping back the way we'd came, onto a lower roof and then onto a storage unit, and jetting back to the car. I called them to pick me up, and we had a good laugh. I'm still not sure where the pipe went, but it wasn't mine and it was just a little $10 glass piece so no one bothered to look.

One time, me and my friend were smoking a joint behind an elementary school (i know thats fucking stupid, but we didn't care cause we were hammered out of our minds and it was 9 in the morning so all the kids were in school,) then all of the sudden 4 cops completely ran up to us, and took down our names, addresses, age, numbers, height, and etc.... Then a cop noticed my Iron Maiden shirt, and we just started talking about that band for a while, and we appologized for smoking here. Then they just let us go, and we didn't get in any trouble.

Real version: I watch too much Locked Up Abroad.

Locked Up Abroad features stories of people who have been arrested while travelling abroad, usually for trying to smuggle illegal drugs out of a particular country and have received lengthy prison sentences as a result."

Sorry never seen the show you mentioned. They dont really share similarities with my story either.
I didnt really get arrested, try to smuggle illegal drugs nor did I receive a lengthy prison sentence.

Perhaps you could contribute to the OP's question?

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Well i went down to my local skate park, Were there is always people, all who smoke weed. I go down, Pick up 2 sticks for my friends and 1 for me, i had three sticks on me and a stem and cone piece. I went for a couple of cones in the bush with my mates who just got sticks also, i get stoned and come back to the skate park. We are standing around in the car park throwing a ball around, and we see an undercover cop. we don't think to much off it because cops come around a lot, and if we aren't disturbing the peace they will leave us be.

Then a paddy wagon and a cruiser pulls up so i think fuck what the hell is going on. i had 2 sticks in my wallet (my friends) and 1 stick (well about a half now) in my pocket and my stem and cone in my pocket. i think shit i am so caught, they are taking down everyone's names and checking the cars, the officer is calling up everyone one by one asking for their details, so i think ill be fine if she doesnt notice im stoned. i go up give some fake details and i pass. while i was talking to her she said "is their anything on you i need to know about, because you will all be searched" i just say no.