Honestly, I never have many issues with the police, or drug dogs for that matter. So I'm not even sure this is a big deal, I just thought it was a cool story, with a clever trick. Anyways, just got into Cali, drove from AZ. I had my main homie with me, and an 8th of some chron. Right before we even began the trip, we smoked at gram of our stuff at my crib, and then took off. Right at the border of AZ and CA (near some green ass mountains) We ran into a check-point. We honestly never even considered running into one of these, and we were kinda hopeless. Unsure as to whether or not we could get by, some fear began setting in. Truthfully, I was really scared. Anyways, our bud was sitting in the cup holder, in a small gram baggie. (We managed to stuff 2g in there, prior to leaving, and we hadn't even TOUCHED the pot since we got in the car, there was no trace or scent of MJ, besides our clothes/skin, which was very minor, if any at all.) So as we were waiting in line, panicking, my friend grabs the small bag of bud, and shoves it in his mouth, beside his right cheek. He then puts on sunglasses, and rests his head against his door, and pretends to be asleep. I thought "What a genius!", as I casually pulled up to the check-point. A cop glanced into my car, I rolled down my window, and he just said, "Come on through". I eased passed him, and the rest of his crew/dogs. My heart was instantly filled with glee! I drove away from them, and just said... "Holy Fuck... Did that just work?" My friend gets up, and pulls the bag out of his mouth. Saliva covered, our herb was still dry. We were so happy we got passed the CP. Anyways, were chillin' in SD now, about to smoke what we snuck through. But, now were here, with our homies... Who all have bud. So, it wasn't really worth it at all, and it was stupid of us to even bring it. But, a good tale, nonetheless.