Okay, I had just finished smoking a bowl and i leave my room to make a pot pie after two minutes of watching the timer count down i hear a noise in the hall way, I go to check it out and i see my dad sticking his head into my room. He then asks me "what are you burnin in there?" I reply, "incense" he then tells me it smells "weird". If you open the door to my room it does reek of weed, like some one slapped you in the face with a large bag of sunky weed.
I'm glad my mother doesn't give a shit and already knows. Saves so much hassle as I can just hold my bong, walk past her and say, "Back in ten,", and do my thing. I also love having conversations with the lady blitzed, but it kinda helps that she's always fucked up too on those oxies.
I know, I'm glad my madre knows. Today BOTH of my lighters took a shit. I had to go steal hers for 20 minutes. My nieces and nephews were here. I hate smoking anywhere near them, so I hide in the garage.