Reading all these cop stories has me so jealous of all of you right now, holy hell. I want to do something like this! I try and avoid cops like they are the plague!
I once saw a guy with a massive cone joint on the street during one of the towns annual festivals during the summer. It was on the main night (saturday) and the street was really busy. There was a rave going on in a forest just out of town. The guy walked up to the cop, obviously on pills/alcohol too, asks him where the rave is at ... WHILE SMOKING THE JOINT... The cop just looked at his colleague and laughed and told him where the rave was and said it looked fairly busy with a huge fire.
If a cop catches me with weed and just decides to take it and leave, I'll just ask him if he wants to hotbox my truck.
I kinda have a felling that if I smoked with a cop it would turn out like Training Day and I don't think I have it in me to fight Denzel...