Alright, so heres how last night went... I decided to get high last night (my decision, not my dealers) when he called. So we talk and he comes and picks me up (long story). Aight, so we're cruisin down the road high as fuck when we see this cop (we hotboxed it like 10 minutes earlier) and most of the smoke was out, but he's a dumb bastard and only cracked the windows.. *aye* Anyway, the cop sees us and pulls us over. *eek* I managed to stumble across, "Hello, umm.. yeah, we weren't, um..." when my friend slipped in to assist me, "Yo, I'm sorry man. I know I have my tail-light out. I was going home to fix it now." Can you believe it? That's not that funny part. "Your tail light is fine, sir. I was going to inquire about the smoke in your car." Oh shit, I just fucking dumped a load in my pants. I was going to jail... fuck. I was SO screwed... oh well, I guess have some FUN with it! "What smoke officer?" *officer sniffs the air*"THAT smoke." "I'm sorry sir, I have no idea what you are talking about." "Look boy, don't play dumb with me. Where do you live?" *points in random direction*"There" "WHAT IS YOUR NAME?" "Oh, you want my birthname or my..." "BOTH!" "Fine, don't get so cocky. My name is Dominic." "Full name?" "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't have a last name. I legally changed it when I was in Vietnam fighting in the war. That really took it out of me." By this time, the cop is all redfaced and calling for "backup" or some shit. Jess is in the car asking me what the fuck I was doing. HA. I laughed and told him we were fucked anyway, so we should have some fun with it. He agreed ... lol. Alright, so while the cop starts towards us, we do a "chinese fire drill", aka: running around the car in a complete 360 and getting back in. We did like 2 of them, and by the time we did the second one, the cop was on his knees with his gun in his hand. LOL. "STOP WITH YOUR HANDS ON THE GROUND OR I WILL BE FORCED TO OPEN FIRE." Well, we fucking didn't want to die, so we decide to get in the car... but we close the windows and lock it and start blaring music pretending like we couldn't hear the cop. HA! So he starts hitting the window and we just ignore him. The other 2 cars roll up and start talking to the other officer. By this time, we were pretty fucking stoned, and had smoked all of our weed... thank god. The cops do a full search of the car, apperantly oblivious to the smell, and end up finding nothing. "Do you know the fines for carrying or smoking weed can be up to (random number he made up)?" "huh?" we almost said in unison. Eventually, he started asking us questions and we'd evade answers. Since he had no hard evidence, they decided to just leave us, cause it was like 10:30 and they were dumb bastards anyway... oh well Oh my ganja cops are idiots .