The closest you've been to being caught - General

[QUOTE=BloodStream;26936198]Never in my life have I seen black resin. It's always been brown for me. But I remember being told when I went to Amsterdam that Coffeeshops sell "black hash" which is just regular resin laced with opiates.[/QUOTE] What? brown resin? When I scrape my pipe it's always black, i dunno what youre smoking

[QUOTE=Anubis678;26937119] Fourth time: April 20th, 2009 - I'm in college, 1000+ miles away from home, so doesn't really count. My mother notices a [b]large[/b] withdrawal from my bank account a few days before and knows exactly what it's for. Also, my aunt informs my mother that I am consuming Morning Glory seeds that have been left sitting in vodka. I try to explain the concept of "psychonaut" to my mother. She doesn't understand. [/QUOTE] Why the fuck was she going through your bank statement? And I have been caught, with a henry, got given the whole bullshit warning stuff and was let out around 5 hours later.

i hide my weed in my piggy bank that smells like stained oil so it covers the smell, my dad looks at it and opens the hole where you would take the money out, it must've been the angle he was looking at because it was right there near the opening.

[QUOTE=Callius;26942608]Why the fuck was she going through your bank statement? And I have been caught, with a henry, got given the whole bullshit warning stuff and was let out around 5 hours later.[/QUOTE] She is co-signed on the account because I was under 18 when I opened it.

Had an 1/8 in my pockets, had to empty out my pockets, didn't get caught.

[QUOTE=Pepin;26944590]Had an 1/8 in my pockets, had to empty out my pockets, didn't get caught.[/QUOTE] wow thats lucky :) sometimes the weed is just so strong that you can smell it through the bag but i guess they didnt notice .. nice one

hiding in the bushes at a party from cops while they stood 2 feet away from us with a torch looking for us in the pitch black night with lots on us.

[QUOTE=Minimeallolal;26965518]hiding in the bushes at a party from cops while they stood 2 feet away from us with a torch looking for us in the pitch black night with lots on us.[/QUOTE] Actually it was a viking [IMG]http://www.franvincent.com/qualityminiatures/viking-torch-1-hr.jpg[/IMG]

[QUOTE=Lenni;26966287]Actually it was a viking [img_thumb]http://www.franvincent.com/qualityminiatures/viking-torch-1-hr.jpg[/img_thumb][/QUOTE] But that's a dwarf.

-snip, double posts up in hur-

[QUOTE=Mac2468;26966460]But that's a dwarf.[/QUOTE] Source says it's a viking :/

Oh no a security guard!!

Yesterday, I was meeting a friend (C), to smoke on a walk back to our area of town. Another person (J), was also with me. We cut through a golf course to meet C, and due to darkness, crossed each other. After turning around to meet him, J and I noticed three police vehicles. C kept walking, and called saying that they made him leave. Soon enough, they stopped J and I. They ID'd us for trespassing, but let me go. Since J didn't have one, he put his real name down for some reason, and they held him. I was let go, so I met up with C. Soon enough, we learned J was charged for pot possession (he apparently had some on him), and was taken in the first place for having previous charges on the same thing. The point of this is to say that you shouldn't hang out with idiots, especially when they get caught.

About a week ago i got myself a 8th and had a few joints throughout the night but i left myself enough for the next day. Just before i went to bed i could'nt find my weed so i looked all over the house and the garden for it and could'nt find it so i fucked it off and thought i had lost it. Well anyway the next day i was lying down watching tv and my grandma came in cleaning up (which is who i am living with) and looked on the floor and picked up my weed in a sealed bag and said whats this. I did'nt know what to say and just said "i don't know" then she replied "it must of been your little sister collecting stones or something". To this day i always keep my weed in a zipped pocket so i can never go through something like that again but it had to of been the luckiest day of my life.

I just picked up an eighth and this lady was on the phone staring at me walking back to my house, so I ran behind the bushes and shoved it in my ass. Had to get a new baggy afterwards...

When we were younger we all used to meet up at the park at the weekends this one time there must have been about 20-30 people in the park, me and a couple of mates went to go get some food and decided to skin up first on the side of the park that was near the road. I had just sparked it when police came up to us, I kept on smoking it to try and not act scared and all they said was that the park is only dawn till dusk and to get out, It was great. Also been caught many times by my mum and dad.

I smoked up when the apartment across the parking lot from mine (think 30 feet away) caught fire. Tons of firemen and policemen everywhere. And I drew WAY too much attention with my camera taking pictures of everything, that the firefighters actually kept asking me for information on how to get the pictures, etc.

last night i was fishing with my friends. there is this secluded path on the side of the road that winds down to this place just on the side of a bridge. on the other side there's a apartment complex, and in the apartment complex there's a strip mall with a liquor store in it, named buds. I know, its a ironic name, but while we were fishing the store alarm goes off. something was getting robbed. we assume that we're not supposed to be back there since it seems like a sketchy place to be, but we're just fishing. we hear the alarms go off and we immediately knew that cops will show up searching the area. we were smoking the whole time, cause fishing isn't exactly the most entertaining thing to do. if you dont catch a fish, you catch a buzz, right? well we see cops start turning into the area, so we start cleaning up anything that may get us in trouble. after a while, we're just like we should leave because we saw cops on the roof of their building with flashlights. we get in the car, and start rolling a joint. and all the sudden the flashlights are pointing at our car from a distance. we tell our friend to put the shit away. he does and while this is happening the cops notice us from all the way across the street. they jump down some how and turn off their flashlights and SPRINT towards us (we couldnt see them cause it was dark). in 2 seconds flat we got red laser beams and flashlights surrounded the car. they ask for ID, we give them it, and tell them what's going on and we're on our way. it was scary as shit though.

Closest was when I had a lighter on my desk when my mom walked in. Just finished smoking some JWH-018 herbal blend and was too high to put it away. I was freaking the fuck out though but she didn't act any different when I went downstairs later.

[QUOTE=arthuro12;26926604]Was the summer of 2008, I was 16 at the time and was about to try weed for the first time.. I was sitting in my bedroom window about to light the jay.. when my mom came home early and sneaked inside to suprise me.. I heard the wood floor infront of my door crack and in a reflex I jumped out of the window.. 2,5 meter drop. came in through the front door, mom didnt notice shit. rate me winnar motha fuckas.[/QUOTE] Oh wow that's a goldmine I never been caught, I smoke at 2:30 at the earliest in the morning usually Otherwise I smoke in the shower, not a chance of detection.

I wasn't doing anything when this happened, but whatever. I recently got a new phone number shortly after Christmas. My mom got a new phone for herself and we had to switch numbers so she could upgrade (I didn't totally understand it, but whatever). I got her number and she got mine. Of course, I got really paranoid when this happened 'cause my friends are dumb as shit and will text me "cannabis cannabis hurr durr" all the fucking time. I texted everyone in my phone book my new number to prevent such an occurrence, but unfortunately it didn't work as well as I'd hoped. A few days after she and I switched numbers, my one friend (who is especially dumb) texted my old number (AKA texted my MOTHER) a message saying, "hey did you get the pot?" Immediately, he sent me a message on Facebook asking when my number was going to change. I reply "It's already changed. Why?" He says "Oh shit..." At practically the same moment, my mother yells to me from downstairs, "ROSS," (my name), "I JUST GOT A TEXT MESSAGE ASKING IF I HAVE WEED! WHO IS THIS?" She tells me the number and I pretend not to know. Of course, I am losing my fucking mind in anxiety. She obviously doesn't believe me! I tell her I'll check my old phonebook to see if I know them, and then run back to the computer, shaky as hell, and send my buddy on Facebook, "YOU DUMB SHIT ASK HER IF HER NAME IS MIKE" Friend: "what? Why?" Me: "You fucking moron! It's my mother's number! Do it or I'm fucked. He does it. My mother calls to me "He asked if my name is Mike." I'm not in trouble. Home-free! feels good, man :smug:

I had just made the coolest fucking gravity bong. I'm at my friends house, and there is weed all over the table in front of me. I'm leaning out the window to test it out, because my friend doesn't want smoke in his house. Mind you this is quite a feat because it's a half gallon jug filled with water. I heard the door to the room outside me opening, and just as it happens, the mother fucker sprints through the door. It's my friend's annoying brother who recently threatened to call the cops if he catches us smoking again. Just as he makes it through the doorway I hurl the water filled bong out the window and sit my ass down right on top of the weed and papers. I started cracking up like crazy and all my friends were laughing their asses off. One of the more fun/terrifying experiences I've had. Unfortunately I had to have a friend pick all of the dank off of my ass. :dance:

i went to class after 6 hits off my friends gravity bong i walked into class and every could tell i was right fucked. it was so bad my teacher told me to go for a walk and my class was just fucking rippin on me for showing up so fuckin high. never going to go to class that fucked up agen

Last year me and my mates used to blaze in this tree area of this field. There's this little parking spot thats seen by the main road. After toking we go and sit in his car and listen to music. Police must have seen us parked and thought it was suspicious. They pull up next to us, so we're all freaking out. The car stinks of weed and we're all baked(we had about a 40 and my mate had a gram of K) Police woman taps on the window "what are you doing here" "just waiting for some friends" "okay, next time just park somewhere less suspicious looking" "okay, cool" <my friend talking like a fucking idiot they drive off, we get away scot free. But my heart was racing soooo bad.

Me and my friend were smoking out back really late, until I heard a door shut in the house. He shoves the weed in his pocket, I hid the bong under the grill, and we ran back inside. My dad comes out of the bathroom and me and my friend act like we were getting something to drink in the kitchen. The next day my dad found a lighter in my pocket and asks if we've been smoking anything. I told him we were just burning stuff, and he believed it.

the closest i've been? ... got caught by 4 undercovers