Oh snap people, listen to this. It was a messed up morning, and I know it isn't that great of a story, but I feel like I have to post this. I wake up this morning, and I decide to make a nice little home made bong. I head over to Lowe's to buy some PVC and my usual bong making materials, and I buy a $25 gift certificate for pops for father's day. I go home, crank some tunes, and build this bong. The bong is done, I test it out with a bowl of some mids I had lying around... all is well. I call my buddy Zach up, ask him if he wants to try my new bong out, OF COURSE, he right over and we are toking on my bong. About 5 minutes after the session is done, we are chilling behind my garage smoking a cigarette. Out of nowhere!, my parents get home (about 12:30) and are wondering why my buddy's truck is in their way. THANK GOD it was in the way, because I had left the bong right under my truck (in clear way), and if they wouldv'e come up the drive way, they totally wouldv'e seen my bong (which would not be good at all). So, Zach moves his truck, I slickly move my bong, and pick up all the cig butts. I had accidentally left my Mom's glue gun outside because I had to use some hot glue to perfect my bong. She did not notice the bong/cigarettes/smoke/loud music in my room/or random bong supplies on my bed.. all she saw was the fucking glue gun. She inquired me about why I had the glue gun out... my respsonse (being baked out of my mind) was - I was just gluing some sticks together... I was bored. She is of course suspicious but can't put the facts together that I was smoking the reefer out there. They seem really mad at me, but as I leave for work, they were just cool and did not do a damn thing too me. When I got home.. nothing... They just said supper was in the fridge for me... I get so close to getting in trouble so often, but I can always recover and hide the evidence. I kind of think that they just don't want to believe that I am a stoner, but oh well.