So me and my friend, let's call him "John" decided to have a fun smoke session. He recently got some new bud, and some new pieces to smoke out of. So about 20 minutes into our smoke session, my doorbell rings. Me and him both start tripping out and we're scared shitless. We were paranoid as hell (we were high) and thought it might be the cops or something. So I went downstairs casually and opened the door. It was a real estate agent wanting to show the house to potential buyers. (Our house was on the market, and NOBODY told me that people were going to be stopping by the house that day) So the conversation went something like this. Me: uhh hello? R.E.A: hi, i had an appointment at 2:00 to show the house, i'm about a half hour late. Me: ....ok? her: is it okay if I show the house? Me: uhmm I guess her: okay Me: come in i'll be in my room So then I run up the stairs lock my room door and me and my friend try to spray the shit out of my room with AXE and we opened up the winows adn burned incense and everything. The real estate agent knocked on my door and I was like i'm changing you can't come in. haha, me and my friend thought that was hilarious for some reason (we were high as shit). Needless to say, I don't think those people bought our house.
classic case of being a little TOO paranoid. glad it all worked out. me personally, i would have been more lax about the situation.
haha thats funny as hell. I recently moved, and the people that bought my house went all through it to see if anything was wrong. When they went into my attic, they saw my "grow setup": it was a huge fluro that was nig rigged to a post and 3 pots w/ dirt in them rgiht underneath!!! (only the 3 that never sprouted) it has been there for a whileile since i moved the grow outside , but it was still funny because i completely forgot it was there. I know the son of the guy that bought it , and he said that his dad said to him: "looks like your friend was trying to grow something in the attic (laugh, laugh)"...funny as shit! peace
I got fucking stopped after vapping myself into a retarded stupor with the heatgun. They freakin' cuffed me off the bat dug in my shit (pockets bag)...nothing. Pricks. Ah well what does this have to do with your story ya ask? It made me laugh...so k+ I had to do the same...the dude who bought the house never saw my room. He sold it before he even bothered checking the place out. Good thing too...you probably could have scraped my walls down for resin in hard times. lol