O.K.- I was 18, was renting a small house behind a bar. Our band would play in my living room, we'd open the door and have a bunch of people by and by nightfall we'd have a rager going. Well, the bar owner had enough of us taking his business9he only served 3.2%beer cos of a school across street, a law) and our beer was 6 percent of course, prob didn't have any effect on people leaving and coming to my house. Anyway, the cops came, arrested me for serving minors,(my house) and my drummer, he claimed responsibillity for the keg, and at the cop shop there was a big pile of weed on the floor of the evidence room and as I walked by I dove on it. Swam in it! The cops pulled me out of it, my drummer fell down in the hall from laughing too hard (we were wasted) anyway thank God they dropped the charges.
Yea, I should have at least eaten some, but I was so loaded & it happened so fast...oh well, it was definately memorable.
Funny story Now, why do the cops have all the good weed, and how often do you think they take a little off the top home with them for some r'n'r?
damn dude thats fuking kewl, i would of fukin stuffed my mouth and pockets with weed, or just ask if i can take some home for a souvenier!!! hehe j/k thats really kewl though.