Holy shit. (Am I lucky or what?)

[Tanksta]

She will tell you she knew when you finally do get cought. I remember when I first got cought and my parents named all these times I thought they dident know but i was blazed lol

[jo3l37]

See, toking at home was never a problem for me. My mom gave me cigarettes from when I was 15 to 18, then I bought my own. She wasn't 100% chill with me blazing, but she had found my stuff and caught me doing it and not said too much besides be safe and careful. My dad did get upset, but he never really found anything or tried too hard to catch me.

When I had bud I would just go in my room and into my closet and toke bowls, one hitters or joints. My closet had a vent and a window, so it never got clambaked, and there was a door, my room, a door, the living room, a door, the hall, kitchen, door, and then my parents room. Smell was never a problem due to that. I would just toke up and then smoke a butt or spray some stuff and I never got caught. My rents had came in the living room when I was blazing but I just came out of my room and I was fine.

I guess my setup was lucky...and if it ever was risky I would just open the window right behind my bed, quiet as hell and I'd toke right out of it. That window was useful for sneaking girls in and myself out too. Just make sure they're dead asleep, hop out the window, come back at 5 and get in bed.

[Gitindizzi]

Originally Posted by Tanksta

She will tell you she knew when you finally do get cought. I remember when I first got cought and my parents named all these times I thought they dident know but i was blazed lol

I actually did get caught for like the 5th time about a week later...she knows ive been rollin up in the crib...but im off to university in a few weeks..

[virtuosoadante]

I had a pretty close call myself several weeks ago. I am currently staying at my mom's place (between apartments) and I was sitting in the recliner in my room and I have the box on my lap that has all of my smoking apparatus in it and I am painstakingly attempting to carve a blunt when I hear knocking on the door to the room. I almost panic (to this day my parents, or at least my mom doesn't know I smoke, who gives a fuck about my stepdad) but I act quickly and stow the box at my feet so it will be obscured by the recliner and I tuck the blunt into the folds of the upholstery of the recliner, all in about 2 seconds. The door opens and my mom tells me that she ordered pizza and she leaves. I breath a sigh of relief and I go to retrieve the blunt and the box.

[Gitindizzi]

Originally Posted by jo3l37

See, toking at home was never a problem for me. My mom gave me cigarettes from when I was 15 to 18, then I bought my own. She wasn't 100% chill with me blazing, but she had found my stuff and caught me doing it and not said too much besides be safe and careful. My dad did get upset, but he never really found anything or tried too hard to catch me.

When I had bud I would just go in my room and into my closet and toke bowls, one hitters or joints. My closet had a vent and a window, so it never got clambaked, and there was a door, my room, a door, the living room, a door, the hall, kitchen, door, and then my parents room. Smell was never a problem due to that. I would just toke up and then smoke a butt or spray some stuff and I never got caught. My rents had came in the living room when I was blazing but I just came out of my room and I was fine.

I guess my setup was lucky...and if it ever was risky I would just open the window right behind my bed, quiet as hell and I'd toke right out of it. That window was useful for sneaking girls in and myself out too. Just make sure they're dead asleep, hop out the window, come back at 5 and get in bed.

That sounds convenient as hell. Your story doesnt have to be one from home though..have u ever almost been caught up anywhere else?

[Sarah_hates_you]

Before my mom knew I smoke, it was 420 am and I was smoking on the back porch out of a coke can bowl (hate those) and one of the people with us saw my mom coming down the hall. It was my hit, and I got scared, and gave Meghan (sister's friend) the bowl, and she hid it under the blanket, which had smoke coming from it. me and my sister ran to the edge of the yard because we were scared and high. Mom said she thought she saw me exhale my smoke, but it was january, so I told her it was just my breath in the cold.

[L'Oeuvre]

I remember one time, as usual, I smoked and toked out my window. It was the middle of the night and there were no indications that anyone was going to notice me. After I finish off my bowl, thoroughly blazed, I see my brother's girlfriend hop out of a car that was sitting on the lot the entire time. I nearly shit bricks. To this day I don't know whether she saw me and decided not to say anything or she has in fact told my brother in private.

[RipIt1]

I love living with one parent and being able to smoke inside my home. It's the best ever

I have a caught story actually.

It was 4/20 this year (haha, go figure right?) and my best bud and I were chiefing on his back porch. We're down towards the end of the bowl with about a hit left and the wind starts to pick up and it's getting really cold. We go inside and I take the last hit in the back living room (stupid, I know.). Of course, my buddy's dad comes home. First thing he says when he walks in the door is "You guys are smoking reefer in my house!?"

Also, as he was walking into the house my back was turned and I was cashing out the bowl. He saw it, proceeded to walk up to me, and take my weed bag right out of my sweatshirt pocket!

I just left the house as fast as I could. Didn't even care about the .5 I had left in the bag.

[comesmokewithme]

man...how old are you?


i wouldnt thro my bag for no one
id stand up if somone has a prob with it

[RipIt1]

Originally Posted by comesmokewithme

man...how old are you?


i wouldnt thro my bag for no one
id stand up if somone has a prob with it

I'm 18. It wasn't worth fighting over it. It was my best bud's dad who I've known for since 4th grade, that's a tough situation to deal with don'tcha think? I didn't want to start an argument with the man while I was high either. I felt it was the best to just leave and let it subside.

[M3TAL HEAD]

i was at my boys house, high as fuck, rollin another blunt, when his mom opens the door, accompanied by 2 big tough lookin dudes. one was big bald and jacked, like 40 something, the other one was shorted and younger. they just stand in the doorway for a good 10 seconds looking at us and scanning the room with their eyes.

i give him a smile that just screamed im high, and he didnt smile back, and the room reaked of bud. now my friend sells, and these 2 dudes just SCREAM plain clothes cops. that coupled with the fact that his mom didnt even knock, which she always does, i almost shit my pants. the big bald dude takes somethin out of his pocket, and the lights were off, so i coulndt see what.i thought he was whippin out the cuffs.

the room was dead silent and the guy walks forward with the thing in his hands, and goes over to the wall, checks out the electrical socket, fiddles with it, and says to my boys mom, yeah this is faulty, ill fix it tomorrow.

turns out his uncle came over to check the wiring in the house cause it was fucked up. the second he leaves everyone in the room starts talkin loud as hell, sayin they almost had a heart atack or whatever. evryone in the room including his nephew thought it was the cops.

[comesmokewithme]

aye ripit true man...i understand more now lol.

[whats_marihuana]

I thought you threw your laptop off the balcony. That was the only thing that made sense in my mind when I read it, so I kinda just went with it, not thinking that you could have ditched the other stuff, and I'm not even high, haha.

[Fei]

Originally Posted by kstigs

Alright man.

My parents don't know that I smoke so I usually try to smoke when they're not home or outside my house. My friend and I went for a car ride around my neighborhood. We decided to park near an old friend's house and pack my bubbler.

We each take about two hits each when this silver minivan passes by. The silver minivan stops about 15 feet down the road and then begins to turn around. At this point, I was slightly sketched out, so I handed my piece to my friend and began to turn the car around. Then, I see this parked blue hatchbak that I hadn't noticed before (I have no idea how long he was watching us) start to move towards my car. He was on my side of the road.

I was about to get out and yell at him when I look behind me and see the minivan still there, blocking our only other exit. At this point, I gently jump the curb and go onto some guy's lawn in order to get by the blue car. The guy in the blue car now opens his door (in order to try to block more of the road), gets out with a huge cigar in his mouth and then says, "I'm gonna get you."

One of the scariest experiences of my life. I figured out that the guy with the cigar most likely doesn't live in my neighborhood because I haven't seen that blue car anywhere in my neighborhood since, but now I'm deathly afraid of that side of my neighborhood.

To this day, I have no idea what they wanted. I guess they wanted to beat us up and take our shit, but they could've been trying to hold us until cops came. The only good that came out of it was I gained some confidence that I can handle myself in tough situations. I never hesistated and made very logical decisions in a high-stress situation.

Holy crap that is so ridiculous, what did you do with the car and stuff?

[clancy]

One time when I was on conditional release and one of the conditions was that I was to remain at my residence after 9:00pm till 7:00am for 8 months. I consistantly broke this curfew to grab off my guy that lives about 10 minutes away bike ride. Well what my conditions say is that im allowed to work past nine but have to be released in to parental custody immediately after. I worked till 10 o clock one night and it was pay day. Well I was really feinding the chronja and that 200 dollars was screaming to be converted to fresh ounce. So When we got home my dad went downstairs and was watching the boob tube and I snuck out to the garage and grabbed my bike and road like no tomorrow.

Got the sac and came back in through the garabe door literally seconds before my dad came up the stairs and went to bed. Not only would he have been super pissed that I breeched curfew but he would have probably taken my weed and smoked it...so thats my holy shit moment. The karma gods opened there legs to me that night and it was the best smoke ever!