3 of my boys and I had patiently awaited a 3-ounce delivery of kind bud to my boy's cheesesteak store all night. Unfortunately, when the delivery arrived, it was one ounce, yet still nice. Anyway, Vin decided a fat ass blunt would nicely repay his boys for waiting with him. Needless to say, he rolled one of the largest ones I'd ever seen. We proceeded to his vehicle in the parking lot equipped with the blunt and the remainder of the zip on his pocket. We smoked, and smoked...and smoked some more, then smoked a little more. Eventually, only a roach remained. Yet just as we tapped out the roach, headlights pulled into the parking lot. Are those lights on the roof? Ah, yes. No, awww FUCK. We quickly lit up cigarettes and shadily tried to back up. I instructed Vin to hide the bud where his johnson rests, since they do not pat ya down where the sun don't shine. On went the lights, on went the sirens. We stopped and without any time to even roll down the windows, the oinker approached, banging on the window. OPEN THE WINDOW, he yelled. Vin opened the window and more smoke than the aftermatch of Hiroshima poured into his face. Oooohhhh wow, I thought. Wonderful. His reaction was as expected..."What the FUCK? Are you fucking morons smoking fucking weed in a fucking...bluh bluh bluh" I was too busy laughing in my head to listen to the rest. "Where the fuck is the weed?" Ha, in our lungs and under Vin's scrotum ya dickhead. Yet there was no hiding. Vin calmly opened the door, stood up, went into his pocket, and pulled out the ounce in all it's glory. "WHAT THE FUCK!" I thought to myself. Hoooly shit responded the pork, primed to send our asses to jail. Might I add, in my Philly suburb an ounce of weed being found isn't exactly a regular occurance. And then it happened. Don't mark my words that he was blazed, but something came over him. Ya know what, he said...it's your lucky night. I'm gonna let ya go. Unreal Vin, you stupid shit. He stomped out the reefer, spread it allllll over the parking lot, and took off. Vin was only angry he lost his ounce. I had a funny story to tell. So, was the cop blazed?