well i had to wake up saturday morning and mow my huge ass lawn with my ride on mower. usually i smoke a bowl before i mow it. and i did. so my dad is/has been my whole life an asshole. and he did something really assholeish to me and i was talking with my mom about it and she says those dreaded words, "your breath smells like pot." BAM, hit me like a ton of bricks. i quickly rebuttled, "no it doesn't" <--great comeback. so my dad smells it, and he says it's pot to. so they start grilling me about how i'm such an addict that i do it by myself now and shit like that. so my mom says, "if you smoked here, WHERE'S YOUR STASH!" well i had recently realized that i could smoke in my basement when they went asleep and the smell would be gone in the morning. i kept my stash in a stash box in my room. i have to take a drawer out of my dresser to get it. i had probably 6.5g left of a quarter i bought the other night. since i started smoking in the basement, i but probably .1-.2 at the most in a dvd case in the basement. i realized i had that in the basement, and went down and showed her that. she looked at it, two tiny littly nugs in her hand, and she said, "disgusting." and walked upstairs. i couldn't believe that my bud was sitting up in my room safe and sound, and she felt like she busted me. i love those silent victories won over parents. p.s. it's 11:25, and i'm about to go on lunch and smoke a fat bowl for 420. second of the day. can't wait to enjoy my lunch.