Unless all glass pipes are illegal in that jurisdiction then they have no case againt you. A new clean pipe is 100% legal. It's the resin that turns it into drug paraphernalia. Are all glass pipes illegal there? If not, fight that case bro.
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Arrest Stories & Close Calls
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Unless all glass pipes are illegal in that jurisdiction then they have no case againt you. A new clean pipe is 100% legal. It's the resin that turns it into drug paraphernalia. Are all glass pipes illegal there? If not, fight that case bro.
hahaahha wow they wrote you a ticket for the pipe....its crazy how different worlds we live in. in san francisco you can smoke your weed and crack on the street corner but you cant carry a gun around and shoot burglars...
johnnydfo20
Member
theres tons of smoke shops and stuff and im sure its cool to have a tobacco pipe but it just goes to show the shit that goes down have a lawyer or something of that nature to call maybe itll scare the buttsucking pigs.
alaskan
Member
I've got two arrest stories that I kind of wish were close calls...
Last summer...
I was riding my bike slowly on a bike path near a cobblestone plaza/park.
Out of nowhere this short angry little man in his uniform started yelling at me to get off my bike in the park. I said "we're not in the park" and it went back and forth a few times until he ran over, grabbed the back of my neck like he was trying some karate move, and according to the police report "apprehended the suspect."
What really happened was I called him a bunch of sarcastic short-guy names, like big guy, big man, huge man, etc...
And he got pissed, tried to throw me on the ground for about 45 seconds, and I just sidestepped/twisted away from his advances before he got a good headlock and I gave up and laid on the ground, where he jumped onto my face with his knee under all his weight.
After that (he's kneeling on my back now, cuffing one hand) a woman cop came over, grabbed my other hand and yelled "I GOT HIM!"
The police report is full of stuff like "the suspect was endangering children and seniorcitizens, the suspect was cursing around children, the suspect pushed the officer..."
All lies of course, but I still spent the night in jail and was charged with disorderly conduct.
The best part is that one of the fines I came out with was the 50-250 dollar "officer training fee."
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From this past month.
*Disclaimer* Keep in mind I drink a lot - like four 750ml jugs of vodka a week, minimum - and have been like this for about a year now, so blowing a .09 [.08 is the limit here] is the equivalent of how someone who smokes once every other day feels an hour or so after taking one small hit of some mids. I didn't feel drunk at all, and am a really good driver. So don't freak out on me.
Anyways, a few weeks ago I had to drive to another city to pick up my mom, and I took the main highway figuring it'd be quicker. The traffic was pretty heavy by our standards, and this cop in one of their new dodge chargers merged onto the highway just infront of me, speeding, and cutting people off in the process.
So I start thinking that this idiot is going to cause an accident, and I might as well get a good seat, maybe help people if I need to.
Not three minutes later he's in the left lane, cars in front of, behind, and in the lane next to him, and just cuts an almost uturn into the emergency lane between the north/southbound highways, leaving the back end of his car in the left lane.
I immediately start slowing down (in the right lane) and creeping over into the shoulder, when this guy in an suv (going faster than me now) that was two cars behind the cop slams his brakes and sideswipes me pretty good.
Tore my mirror off and dented the sidepanel a bit, but not a very hard hit.
So we pull over and the cop pulls out of where he was and behind me and does the insurance exchange thing.
The first thing I said to him was along the lines of "I hope you know that was your fault" and he instantly changed his tone and said I wasn't at fault at all, that the other driver obviously made a mistake.
Anyways, he eventually asked if I had been drinking, said he could smell it, and I couldn't pass 2/3 of the tests he did on my best day. So off to jail for three days.
Arraignment was the next morning, and the judge (on a camera/ video conference setup) started saying I was going to be charged with more because I had caused an accident, so I held up the police report and underlined with my finger the part where the officer said he witnessed my vehicle being sideswiped, not the other way around.
At which point some piece of shit slimeball in the courtroom (off camera) said something like "well there were reports of some fishtailing on your part before the accident," which is when I probably started to look angry. I said if that were true it would've been in the police report, and there were no 'witnesses' that stopped to report anything. And that the cop said it was the other guy's fault.
So three days in jail, 90 days without my license, lots of fines, impound fees, and a damn breathalyzer on my truck, all because I thought I was just going to see an idiot cop cause an accident. This is me kicking myself.
The cop really is an idiot, and had to be new. He left my license in the truck and another officer had to bring it to us at the station, and he lost his name tag. All after causing an accident on a busy highway.
How's that for a long stupid story?
Last summer...
I was riding my bike slowly on a bike path near a cobblestone plaza/park.
Out of nowhere this short angry little man in his uniform started yelling at me to get off my bike in the park. I said "we're not in the park" and it went back and forth a few times until he ran over, grabbed the back of my neck like he was trying some karate move, and according to the police report "apprehended the suspect."
What really happened was I called him a bunch of sarcastic short-guy names, like big guy, big man, huge man, etc...
And he got pissed, tried to throw me on the ground for about 45 seconds, and I just sidestepped/twisted away from his advances before he got a good headlock and I gave up and laid on the ground, where he jumped onto my face with his knee under all his weight.
After that (he's kneeling on my back now, cuffing one hand) a woman cop came over, grabbed my other hand and yelled "I GOT HIM!"
The police report is full of stuff like "the suspect was endangering children and seniorcitizens, the suspect was cursing around children, the suspect pushed the officer..."
All lies of course, but I still spent the night in jail and was charged with disorderly conduct.
The best part is that one of the fines I came out with was the 50-250 dollar "officer training fee."
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From this past month.
*Disclaimer* Keep in mind I drink a lot - like four 750ml jugs of vodka a week, minimum - and have been like this for about a year now, so blowing a .09 [.08 is the limit here] is the equivalent of how someone who smokes once every other day feels an hour or so after taking one small hit of some mids. I didn't feel drunk at all, and am a really good driver. So don't freak out on me.
Anyways, a few weeks ago I had to drive to another city to pick up my mom, and I took the main highway figuring it'd be quicker. The traffic was pretty heavy by our standards, and this cop in one of their new dodge chargers merged onto the highway just infront of me, speeding, and cutting people off in the process.
So I start thinking that this idiot is going to cause an accident, and I might as well get a good seat, maybe help people if I need to.
Not three minutes later he's in the left lane, cars in front of, behind, and in the lane next to him, and just cuts an almost uturn into the emergency lane between the north/southbound highways, leaving the back end of his car in the left lane.
I immediately start slowing down (in the right lane) and creeping over into the shoulder, when this guy in an suv (going faster than me now) that was two cars behind the cop slams his brakes and sideswipes me pretty good.
Tore my mirror off and dented the sidepanel a bit, but not a very hard hit.
So we pull over and the cop pulls out of where he was and behind me and does the insurance exchange thing.
The first thing I said to him was along the lines of "I hope you know that was your fault" and he instantly changed his tone and said I wasn't at fault at all, that the other driver obviously made a mistake.
Anyways, he eventually asked if I had been drinking, said he could smell it, and I couldn't pass 2/3 of the tests he did on my best day. So off to jail for three days.
Arraignment was the next morning, and the judge (on a camera/ video conference setup) started saying I was going to be charged with more because I had caused an accident, so I held up the police report and underlined with my finger the part where the officer said he witnessed my vehicle being sideswiped, not the other way around.
At which point some piece of shit slimeball in the courtroom (off camera) said something like "well there were reports of some fishtailing on your part before the accident," which is when I probably started to look angry. I said if that were true it would've been in the police report, and there were no 'witnesses' that stopped to report anything. And that the cop said it was the other guy's fault.
So three days in jail, 90 days without my license, lots of fines, impound fees, and a damn breathalyzer on my truck, all because I thought I was just going to see an idiot cop cause an accident. This is me kicking myself.
The cop really is an idiot, and had to be new. He left my license in the truck and another officer had to bring it to us at the station, and he lost his name tag. All after causing an accident on a busy highway.
How's that for a long stupid story?
Vigil
Member
when i was 15 my friend and i were about to smoke out of a jolt can bong when we decided to walk to mcdonalds. he put the jolt can in his pants leg and i had the slide and bud in my pocket. we crossed the street when we see flashing lights and the po po roll up, get out of his car, and talk to us. the conversation went something like this
pig - what are you guys up to.
us - were walking to mcdonalds to get some food
pig - well do you know why i stopped you?
us - no
pig - well youre both wearing black and drunk drivers come flying down this road
us - okay well be careful
pig - you guys stayin out of trouble?
us - yep
pig - okay. well be careful crossing the road.
us - okay thanks for the warning
then we got proceeded to mcdonalds. that was some scary shit.
pig - what are you guys up to.
us - were walking to mcdonalds to get some food
pig - well do you know why i stopped you?
us - no
pig - well youre both wearing black and drunk drivers come flying down this road
us - okay well be careful
pig - you guys stayin out of trouble?
us - yep
pig - okay. well be careful crossing the road.
us - okay thanks for the warning
then we got proceeded to mcdonalds. that was some scary shit.
2006. I had been growing pot for about 6 years under a 250watt HPS light. My life had recently taken some odd turns and I was on a serious spiritual soul searching kick. The love of my life had left broken my heart, wah wah wah. So I decided that every time life was going hit me with something strange, that I was going to come back and do something even crazier.........so I decided to buy an Additional 600w HPS and change from my usual growing-four-plants-in-an-armoire strategy to an entire ROOM of my house. I was growing G-13, Love Potion #1, Skunk #1, and Hawaiin Sativa all in various stages of flowering. I was living alone and I had steady/responsible/discreet clients (CPAs, bankers, teachers). I was living alone and my beautiful 30 PLANT grow-OP was my only roommate. My little grow-OP was bringing in about a grand a month.
New years EVE party.......out with my best friends in the worldfriend #1 and friend #2. One of my buddies, friend #2 gets a little crazy at someone's house party. The next day my two best friends and I go out to eat at a local all you can eat buffet. Of course, going for a meal like that requires cannabis sampling on at least a small level. Well, we got totally baked. So, as we're sitting there gobbing up some amazing grub, my friend #1's phone rings. Turns out, the police were looking for friend #2. And here's the best detail: the police were currently at my house looking for friend #2. Friend #2 was currently living out of his truck but the police were told this I was one of his best friends so that it how they ended up at my front door.
So, here I am sitting in the restaurant, stone-hinged and knowing that POLICE were at my front door, less than fifteen feet away from my beautiful little grow-OP. Somehow, between the three of us, we managed to put together the details of why, possibly, the police had been called and were looking for my friend #2. Then I came up with the answer to who it was that had called the police. I made a very nervous call to the person and explained that my friend #2 had left that morning to go into the big city 90 miles away. I told the person that I would have my friend #2 call the investigator when he was back in town.
The rest of the afternoon we did drive-by after drive-by to make sure my house was not being staked-out by someone. After nightfall and when I determined the coast was clear, I went back into my house. I destroyed my 30 plant beautiful garden and forced it all into trash bags, packed up all the nutes, air pumps, air hose, airstones, mylar, netpots, etc etc. It took me ten hours to get it all taken down, packed up, and removed from the house. I was operating on some very primal instinctive survival mode that felt really odd and goddamn scary.
The next day my friend #1 moved in with me and occupied the once beautiful grow-room. It just so happened he needed a place since he and his lady broke things off just days before. We thought it would also be a good way to deny a grow-room had ever existed. My heart was broken. That little grow room was my paradise.
My friend #2 got in touch with the authorities and went in to answer some questions. The cops never came back to my house. Needless to say, I was not happy at all with my friend #2. house.
Lesson learned: There are a million circumstances that can land cops at your place even though they are no fault of your own nor the results of your own actions.
Currently, I am doing a micro-grow with CFL bulbs. Keeping it small.
New years EVE party.......out with my best friends in the worldfriend #1 and friend #2. One of my buddies, friend #2 gets a little crazy at someone's house party. The next day my two best friends and I go out to eat at a local all you can eat buffet. Of course, going for a meal like that requires cannabis sampling on at least a small level. Well, we got totally baked. So, as we're sitting there gobbing up some amazing grub, my friend #1's phone rings. Turns out, the police were looking for friend #2. And here's the best detail: the police were currently at my house looking for friend #2. Friend #2 was currently living out of his truck but the police were told this I was one of his best friends so that it how they ended up at my front door.
So, here I am sitting in the restaurant, stone-hinged and knowing that POLICE were at my front door, less than fifteen feet away from my beautiful little grow-OP. Somehow, between the three of us, we managed to put together the details of why, possibly, the police had been called and were looking for my friend #2. Then I came up with the answer to who it was that had called the police. I made a very nervous call to the person and explained that my friend #2 had left that morning to go into the big city 90 miles away. I told the person that I would have my friend #2 call the investigator when he was back in town.
The rest of the afternoon we did drive-by after drive-by to make sure my house was not being staked-out by someone. After nightfall and when I determined the coast was clear, I went back into my house. I destroyed my 30 plant beautiful garden and forced it all into trash bags, packed up all the nutes, air pumps, air hose, airstones, mylar, netpots, etc etc. It took me ten hours to get it all taken down, packed up, and removed from the house. I was operating on some very primal instinctive survival mode that felt really odd and goddamn scary.
The next day my friend #1 moved in with me and occupied the once beautiful grow-room. It just so happened he needed a place since he and his lady broke things off just days before. We thought it would also be a good way to deny a grow-room had ever existed. My heart was broken. That little grow room was my paradise.
My friend #2 got in touch with the authorities and went in to answer some questions. The cops never came back to my house. Needless to say, I was not happy at all with my friend #2. house.
Lesson learned: There are a million circumstances that can land cops at your place even though they are no fault of your own nor the results of your own actions.
Currently, I am doing a micro-grow with CFL bulbs. Keeping it small.
Flippy
Member
I was busted with 4 of my friends 1 month ago when we were back from Maastricht (NL).
It was our last trip in the Limbourg area because next year (01/01/2010) you will not be
able to buy cannabis in this area if you are not a local customer, so in the future we will
have to go at least at Breda or directly to Amsterdam.
Just a few minutes after being back in my froggy country we were arrested by undercover
cops. They told us to give them what we had (about 6oz of weed and 2oz of hash) and
that if we cooperate we will not go to police station and not even pay for any charge.
They sometime do this over here but generally for smaller quantity. I think they keep it for
them, so cops are kind of f#ckin mafia. Legally, smoking or just possessing is totally
forbidden here even for medical purposes, so when you re caught you never know what
will happen cause it depends of the team you have in front of you.
It was our last trip in the Limbourg area because next year (01/01/2010) you will not be
able to buy cannabis in this area if you are not a local customer, so in the future we will
have to go at least at Breda or directly to Amsterdam.
Just a few minutes after being back in my froggy country we were arrested by undercover
cops. They told us to give them what we had (about 6oz of weed and 2oz of hash) and
that if we cooperate we will not go to police station and not even pay for any charge.
They sometime do this over here but generally for smaller quantity. I think they keep it for
them, so cops are kind of f#ckin mafia. Legally, smoking or just possessing is totally
forbidden here even for medical purposes, so when you re caught you never know what
will happen cause it depends of the team you have in front of you.
regalizeit
Member
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chiefmasterbong
Member
well since ive got some time to kill heres mine.. was a couple years ago. was clearin out some trees in the woods and some guy had a cabin close by and must have heard the chainsaw and all the rucas from the trees falling. anyways, I dont want to be too specific on this but I had a note on my chainsaw so I immediately freaked. Then as I was heading back to my car a sheriff was waiting on me so I ran across the street to grab a fishing pole and decided I would walk a creek back to the road. So I did that and of course he was still waiting on me as I walked out to the road. Got picked up by another guy that must have been called to help because he mentioned he seen me run across the road. Needless to say he knew i was pretty full of it when i used fishing as my cover. Was a very knowlegable cop though, the one that picked me up wanted to take me in. He just kind of beat around the bush and said he could write me a ticket for fishing without a liscense. Told him go ahead. Last thing he says to me as he lets me go, "You wanna go fishin talk to some of these farmers around here". Was pretty intense, just some good ol adventures in the growing trade! 
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^yea stealing power is some dumbass shit, one of my asian homies just got busted. when he told me he was stealing power i was like WTF you dumbass just pay that shit. them asians are some cheap mother fuckers. they got crazy hooks on ID theft and shit like that so even if they are stealing power the house they are growing in is not registered to their names. my homies had fake IDs and even bailed out another friend in jail with their fake IDs...crazy gooks..
daammmn close call tonight hahah, my brothers in town and we are drinkin newcastle, he ate a weed edible i got him for xmas, and we smoked a blunt of the kush. we were watching Man Vs Food and were like "lets hit safeway for some food"
we take the CLK which has illegal tints on it, like 2.5%limo the darkest possible. its a hot car i really dont like it, if i was a cop i would pull it over too, a little too flashy, AMG package all that stuff...we would have taken my bros subaru but its a 5spd and he was complaining about driving stick..
RIght as we leave safeway we get pulled over by CHP. They are some douchebags, start asking about drinking, drugs etc. They give my brother a breathalyzer and he blows .00!!! haha hella funny cus he drank 2 beers, but the kid is on a heavy side and drinks like a pirate so it doesnt even faze him.
the cops say, alrite, go home guys.
we pull out of the gas station, and seriously not 15 seconds later, another CHP drives by and pulls us over. i holler at them "Yo we just got fuckin pulled over talk to your boy on the radio blah blah" THey say, " we dont know them, we cant take your word"
They give my bro another DUI test which he passes. But they are like "Dude you are on something"...they tried to accuse my brother of being on heroin or meth. They gave him a blood pulse test which was really weird. Eventually they let us go. they didnt even run ID checks on me and my roomie in the car, we could have had warrants for all they know. I guess being white in Oakland really helps hahahaha....
FUnny ass shit though, getting pulled over twice in less than a couple minutes.
FUCK COPS!!!!
we take the CLK which has illegal tints on it, like 2.5%limo the darkest possible. its a hot car i really dont like it, if i was a cop i would pull it over too, a little too flashy, AMG package all that stuff...we would have taken my bros subaru but its a 5spd and he was complaining about driving stick..
RIght as we leave safeway we get pulled over by CHP. They are some douchebags, start asking about drinking, drugs etc. They give my brother a breathalyzer and he blows .00!!! haha hella funny cus he drank 2 beers, but the kid is on a heavy side and drinks like a pirate so it doesnt even faze him.
the cops say, alrite, go home guys.
we pull out of the gas station, and seriously not 15 seconds later, another CHP drives by and pulls us over. i holler at them "Yo we just got fuckin pulled over talk to your boy on the radio blah blah" THey say, " we dont know them, we cant take your word"
They give my bro another DUI test which he passes. But they are like "Dude you are on something"...they tried to accuse my brother of being on heroin or meth. They gave him a blood pulse test which was really weird. Eventually they let us go. they didnt even run ID checks on me and my roomie in the car, we could have had warrants for all they know. I guess being white in Oakland really helps hahahaha....
FUnny ass shit though, getting pulled over twice in less than a couple minutes.
FUCK COPS!!!!
i was just want to say it again though.....
FUCK
THE
MOTHER
FUCKING
PIGS.....
FUCK
THE
MOTHER
FUCKING
PIGS.....
I remember goods cops in my life too
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