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Magic Man
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Arrest Stories & Close Calls
- Thread starter Crazy Composer
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i was in tokyo japan, roppongi district at around 2am in the morning. i had been drinking the whole night at a bar and was stumbling back to the main intersection to find a cab. i had a Sakura Meanstreak in my pocket, which is basically this little solid paint marker. in my drunk wisdom, i decided it would be fun to tag up the intersection. it would have been fine, except there were dozens of other people all around the place. i figured they were all drunk and didnt care so i start tagging on this sign when i feel a tap tap on my shoulder. turn around its a japanese police officer (koban)...he calmly takes my marker and grabs my shoulder and starts prodding me towards the koban station. (in tokyo they have little police kiosks on many blocks)
on the way i apologize in japanese and say shit like "watashi wa BAKA gaijin" which means IM A STUPID FOREIGNER...after like 4 apologies he hands me back my marker and tells me to go home.
so in one second i went from a possible 30 day hold and 1000 dollar fine for graffiti vandalism, to a free man!
on the way i apologize in japanese and say shit like "watashi wa BAKA gaijin" which means IM A STUPID FOREIGNER...after like 4 apologies he hands me back my marker and tells me to go home.
so in one second i went from a possible 30 day hold and 1000 dollar fine for graffiti vandalism, to a free man!
story 2...im driving down 101 south near san jose/gilroy. i was heading down to Santa Barbara for the annual halloween party at Isla Vista...in driving my Acura TL sedan with illegal limo tints, and in the car is my girlfriend (back seat) and riding shotgun is my friend from SF. My girl had 200 pills of XTC that we were gonna take down to SB and juke to a homie who lived down there. this was back in my stupid novice days, so i had only casually tossed the pills into my center console. we had got them for 3 bucks a pop and were gonna try to flip them wholesale for 5 a pop to a friend..to pay for our gas/drinking/vacation...
after we pass San Jose, we figure its safe no more cops and my boy lights a blunt. reallly stupid idea, but at the time i was a dumbass. as soon as the blunts done...i notice blue and red in my rear view. FUCKKKK....
the CHP officer is some nice looking asian lady. She says she smells marijuana, and takes me out of the car for a sobriety test. after some quick weird test where i had to follow her finger with my eyes...she says i passed and starts asking me questions.
" is there marijuana in the car?.."
my friend comes in really clutch and says..."sorry mam, im a medical marijuana card holder, i smoked a joint to myself right before you pulled us over. here is my weed *shows her small 8th*...
she didnt even ask for his card..she just goes alright and tells us to sit put.
while im waiting im wondering if shes calling k-9 or what the fuck.
she comes back to the window and gives me a ticket for illegal window tints and tells us we are good to go....so in another second i go from possible felony possession of MDMA...to being able to go party.
long story short...we get to SB, make a quick couple hundred off the pills...and i pick up two misdeameanor underage drinking tickets with my friend LOL....so in the next few months i had to drive back down to SB twice to do my court..and both times we brought more pills and skipped the hotbox on the way down.
after we pass San Jose, we figure its safe no more cops and my boy lights a blunt. reallly stupid idea, but at the time i was a dumbass. as soon as the blunts done...i notice blue and red in my rear view. FUCKKKK....
the CHP officer is some nice looking asian lady. She says she smells marijuana, and takes me out of the car for a sobriety test. after some quick weird test where i had to follow her finger with my eyes...she says i passed and starts asking me questions.
" is there marijuana in the car?.."
my friend comes in really clutch and says..."sorry mam, im a medical marijuana card holder, i smoked a joint to myself right before you pulled us over. here is my weed *shows her small 8th*...
she didnt even ask for his card..she just goes alright and tells us to sit put.
while im waiting im wondering if shes calling k-9 or what the fuck.
she comes back to the window and gives me a ticket for illegal window tints and tells us we are good to go....so in another second i go from possible felony possession of MDMA...to being able to go party.
long story short...we get to SB, make a quick couple hundred off the pills...and i pick up two misdeameanor underage drinking tickets with my friend LOL....so in the next few months i had to drive back down to SB twice to do my court..and both times we brought more pills and skipped the hotbox on the way down.
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Mitch Connor
LOL prop, good stories. I have a similar one.. Was about 3 years ago when I was 18. Young and stupid. This is a long one, but it's worth the read.
Me and a buddy I've known since grade 7 are driving back from just picking up. We decide to stop by his place to pick up some flavored papers he had. While there, we run into his brother who at the time was heavily dealing X.
His brother asks him if we can do a simple run with about 100 pills to this guys place about a 5 minute drive away. This guy was cool, we've dealt with him before and knew it was all good. He didn't have a car at the time and his bike just got stolen, so we felt kinda bad for him. He said he'd give us half of his profit if we did it, so we thought what the heck, it would pay for our smoke and then some, would be nice for 15 minutes of risk.
Me and my buddy start driving to this guys house, I'm rolling a joint on my lap on a pizza hut flyer. We decide to pull into this vacant back lane/parking lot that we usually go to to blaze. My friend put the pills in his secret spot underneath his shifter. There was a certain way you could open this compartment, it was like a combination lock. Up-left-back-lift.
Were sitting there, I'm rolling this joint, he's putting the pills in this spot, when all of a sudden I hear the sound of tires slowly going over gravel behind us, and I look in my sideview to see blue/red lights briefly flashing with a "whoop whoop".
I INSTANTLY panic and yell in a frantic voice "PO'S ARE ROLLIN ON US, PO'S ARE ROLLIN ON US." I'm thinking of so much shit, I automatically try and wipe the weed off my lap onto the floor. Pretty much went everywhere in front of me, still had the joint so I ate that. About a gram is on the rug at my feet in crumbs. While we're thinking of a way to get out of this situation (the pills being my biggest fear) my buddy says to unzip my pants and have them at my ankles. His seats are designed so you can't see our heads. He leans down, and has his head on my crotch. My pants are on the floor near the weed at this point. 5 seconds later, one cop is on my side and one is on his. My buddy's head is looking at the cop out my window, I'm looking at the cop out his window. We both have the most fucked up faces on right now as you can imagine. The cops give us this dirty stare, they look at each other, and tell us to roll down our windows.
They ask us what the hell we are doing here. They obviously have a hint at what we were doing. The cop on my side asks if there are any drugs or weapons in the car. We say no. Cop on my side says he sees weed on my lap and immediately tells us to get out of the car. At this point they both suspect something and one cop puts on this hardass attitude with us. I roll out of my door with my pants down, I get immediately handcuffed and thrown into the back of the cruiser. My buddy is being searched on the front hood of his car by one cop, as the cop who cuffed me is searching through the front of the ride. I'm half crying/half laughing/half trying to pull my pants up and get a grip on the sitch.
The cop searches the ride for a good 10 minutes. He checked EVERY single spot imaginable. The only thing he finds are the crumbs of weed on my seat/floor. At this time we're both in the back of the cruiser being searched on the laptop. Cop pulls up my friends vehicle reg; the car was reg'd in his dads name at the time. His dad is the straightest christian man you'll ever meet. The cop calls his dad and let him know they found us smoking marijuana in his civic engaging in oral sex. We both look at each other with this stare.. Wondering if the other cop is going to find the pills, wondering what the fuck is going to happen to us if we get caught, what his dad is going to say when we get back to his place, IF we get back to his place.
After all this, my buddy starts busting out tears. This guy was in his 3rd year in university taking his Computer Science degree. His life would be over if he was busted.. He starts confessing "I'M SORRY OFFICER, I'M SORRY WE LIED TO YOU ABOUT THE WEED. WE THOUGHT WE WOULD TRY EXPERIMENTING.. ONE THING LED TO ANOTHER... WE ALWAYS THOUGHT WE WERE GAY SO WE WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING NEW." At this point, I'm crying. My buddy is crying. I see one of the cops is looking away from us with a smirk on his face trying to hold in his laugh.
They give us this lecture about how drugs make people do stupid things, and if it was late at night we'd be on the ground getting assfucked with their batons for being so stupid. They seemed pretty serious... At some point during all this, they decide to let us go because they couldn't find anything besides the crumbs.
They let us out of our handcuffs and talked to us about how drugs are not the way to go in life, and what we were doing in the car wasn't right. I guess they felt sorry for us. Hell, I would too. His dad is a christian who just found out his son was giving oral sex while smoking weed in HIS car.
They let us go with a warning. The cop who was almost laughing motions to the other that they need to go. He was pretty chill.
Me and my buddy both slowly get back into the car. We sat there for what seemed like forever, both saying nothing... I look at him, he looks at me... Then I say "What the fuck man... What the fuck was that"
"I don't want to go home." He says. "There's no way I can go home now"
There's a huge pause. "Well there's no way ur moving in with me, that's for sure.." I say.
We both start laughing so hard... The fact they didn't find the 100 pills.. Wondering what his dad was thinking of us now... Laughing about what the hell just happened, how my buddy got that idea to fool the cops and throw them off the scent... I seriously couldn't stop laughing for the next hour.
I still laugh to this day every time I think about this. I never really went around his place after that, wasn't allowed. His dad seriously thought we were gay and didn't want me, the drug influencing cock-gobbling friend around anymore. I asked my friend how he came up with that idea to fool the cops.. He said he always has a backup plan for everything.. LOL
We drive off to buddy's place who was going to buy the pills. We do the deal and head home to give his bro the money and tell him the story. He sat there laughing so hard, pissing his pants rofling everywhere. He found it so amusing that he said we could keep the money. He felt bad about us having to go through that for him.
We take the money, go pick up again, roll the FATTEST blunt imaginable and head down to my place to smoke with my dad (he's mad chill). We tell him the story and he shits a brick laughing so hard.
Definitely the most frightening/akward/funniest moment of my life.
Moral of the story? I have no fucking clue... Find one and get back to me LOL
Me and a buddy I've known since grade 7 are driving back from just picking up. We decide to stop by his place to pick up some flavored papers he had. While there, we run into his brother who at the time was heavily dealing X.
His brother asks him if we can do a simple run with about 100 pills to this guys place about a 5 minute drive away. This guy was cool, we've dealt with him before and knew it was all good. He didn't have a car at the time and his bike just got stolen, so we felt kinda bad for him. He said he'd give us half of his profit if we did it, so we thought what the heck, it would pay for our smoke and then some, would be nice for 15 minutes of risk.
Me and my buddy start driving to this guys house, I'm rolling a joint on my lap on a pizza hut flyer. We decide to pull into this vacant back lane/parking lot that we usually go to to blaze. My friend put the pills in his secret spot underneath his shifter. There was a certain way you could open this compartment, it was like a combination lock. Up-left-back-lift.
Were sitting there, I'm rolling this joint, he's putting the pills in this spot, when all of a sudden I hear the sound of tires slowly going over gravel behind us, and I look in my sideview to see blue/red lights briefly flashing with a "whoop whoop".
I INSTANTLY panic and yell in a frantic voice "PO'S ARE ROLLIN ON US, PO'S ARE ROLLIN ON US." I'm thinking of so much shit, I automatically try and wipe the weed off my lap onto the floor. Pretty much went everywhere in front of me, still had the joint so I ate that. About a gram is on the rug at my feet in crumbs. While we're thinking of a way to get out of this situation (the pills being my biggest fear) my buddy says to unzip my pants and have them at my ankles. His seats are designed so you can't see our heads. He leans down, and has his head on my crotch. My pants are on the floor near the weed at this point. 5 seconds later, one cop is on my side and one is on his. My buddy's head is looking at the cop out my window, I'm looking at the cop out his window. We both have the most fucked up faces on right now as you can imagine. The cops give us this dirty stare, they look at each other, and tell us to roll down our windows.
They ask us what the hell we are doing here. They obviously have a hint at what we were doing. The cop on my side asks if there are any drugs or weapons in the car. We say no. Cop on my side says he sees weed on my lap and immediately tells us to get out of the car. At this point they both suspect something and one cop puts on this hardass attitude with us. I roll out of my door with my pants down, I get immediately handcuffed and thrown into the back of the cruiser. My buddy is being searched on the front hood of his car by one cop, as the cop who cuffed me is searching through the front of the ride. I'm half crying/half laughing/half trying to pull my pants up and get a grip on the sitch.
The cop searches the ride for a good 10 minutes. He checked EVERY single spot imaginable. The only thing he finds are the crumbs of weed on my seat/floor. At this time we're both in the back of the cruiser being searched on the laptop. Cop pulls up my friends vehicle reg; the car was reg'd in his dads name at the time. His dad is the straightest christian man you'll ever meet. The cop calls his dad and let him know they found us smoking marijuana in his civic engaging in oral sex. We both look at each other with this stare.. Wondering if the other cop is going to find the pills, wondering what the fuck is going to happen to us if we get caught, what his dad is going to say when we get back to his place, IF we get back to his place.
After all this, my buddy starts busting out tears. This guy was in his 3rd year in university taking his Computer Science degree. His life would be over if he was busted.. He starts confessing "I'M SORRY OFFICER, I'M SORRY WE LIED TO YOU ABOUT THE WEED. WE THOUGHT WE WOULD TRY EXPERIMENTING.. ONE THING LED TO ANOTHER... WE ALWAYS THOUGHT WE WERE GAY SO WE WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING NEW." At this point, I'm crying. My buddy is crying. I see one of the cops is looking away from us with a smirk on his face trying to hold in his laugh.
They give us this lecture about how drugs make people do stupid things, and if it was late at night we'd be on the ground getting assfucked with their batons for being so stupid. They seemed pretty serious... At some point during all this, they decide to let us go because they couldn't find anything besides the crumbs.
They let us out of our handcuffs and talked to us about how drugs are not the way to go in life, and what we were doing in the car wasn't right. I guess they felt sorry for us. Hell, I would too. His dad is a christian who just found out his son was giving oral sex while smoking weed in HIS car.
They let us go with a warning. The cop who was almost laughing motions to the other that they need to go. He was pretty chill.
Me and my buddy both slowly get back into the car. We sat there for what seemed like forever, both saying nothing... I look at him, he looks at me... Then I say "What the fuck man... What the fuck was that"
"I don't want to go home." He says. "There's no way I can go home now"
There's a huge pause. "Well there's no way ur moving in with me, that's for sure.." I say.
We both start laughing so hard... The fact they didn't find the 100 pills.. Wondering what his dad was thinking of us now... Laughing about what the hell just happened, how my buddy got that idea to fool the cops and throw them off the scent... I seriously couldn't stop laughing for the next hour.
I still laugh to this day every time I think about this. I never really went around his place after that, wasn't allowed. His dad seriously thought we were gay and didn't want me, the drug influencing cock-gobbling friend around anymore. I asked my friend how he came up with that idea to fool the cops.. He said he always has a backup plan for everything.. LOL
We drive off to buddy's place who was going to buy the pills. We do the deal and head home to give his bro the money and tell him the story. He sat there laughing so hard, pissing his pants rofling everywhere. He found it so amusing that he said we could keep the money. He felt bad about us having to go through that for him.
We take the money, go pick up again, roll the FATTEST blunt imaginable and head down to my place to smoke with my dad (he's mad chill). We tell him the story and he shits a brick laughing so hard.
Definitely the most frightening/akward/funniest moment of my life.
Moral of the story? I have no fucking clue... Find one and get back to me LOL
pufferfish
Member
i went to play pool last night.i love to smoke b4 i play .i had 2 joints .smoked one and went into the bar.after a few games i went out to the parking lot.opened my trunk to get my last joint....and oh shit the cops pulled up. thay asked had i been drinking i said yes hav you ever been arrested ..i said no. do you have any drugs or guns i said no ser no guns he said what about durgs if you have any thing tell me now...i told thim i had a joint in my trunk he found it and my urinator(to pass durg test) thay asked a bunch of Qs about my job and how long id worked thar i told them 29 years.thay asked about wife and kids and how meny grand kids i had...one cop said ..if you get arested you lose evry thing...as he smashed my joint on the ground...and thay said i can go...THANK YOU JUSES
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Magic Man
Crazy stories, i'll type my own sometime for you all. Did this thread not use to be a sticky ?
not a close call but a pretty funny story involving cops that i wtinessed last night....i was with 3 friends we were at this bar in san francisco's mission district, on 16th and valencia which is one of the busiest party intersections in town.
we are outside the bar smoking when this drunk tall ass middle eastern looking guy started getting into some words with a black dude. the tall guy (we called him the persian because he was all gaudy and clubbed out, with some weird silky button down shirt and gold jewelry) is threatening to beat the black guy up when two narcos in an undercover pull up to the intersection.
the cops are in plain clothes, and dont even look like cops. they looked like freaking drug addicts, with hoodys drapped over the heads, wearing clothes that some young punks would wear. the only thing showing they are cops is the computer screen in their black unmarked crown vic.
the cop yells out the window..."HEY DRUNK...GO HOME"
the persian guy is so drunk he doenst even realize the guys are cops. he thinks they are two guys talking shit to him. so he walks up to the cops window and sticks his head into the car. the cop yells "DONT FUCKING COME UP TO MY CAR GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE"
the cop then tries to exit the car, but the persian guy slams the door back on him. at this point the cop has half his body stuck out the window of the car, while he is throwing punches at the persian guy whos trying to keep him in the car. its was a funny ass sight...the cop looked like a total douchebag getting punked because he was stuck in the car and half his punches hit air.
then the persian guy takes off at full sprint at kenyan speed, and the cop manages to open the door free himself and takes off at full sprint after him. shotgun narco has this embarassed look on his face, because theres like 20 people in the intersection laughing and pointing...he gets into the drivers seat and smashed off.
later i heard the guy got away lol, i walked up the block and didnt see anyone in custody, just a bunch of patrol cars circling around looking for him........what an idiot. "yeah im goin out tonite, gonna go partty! and maybe assault a police officer and end up in jail!!" hahaha drunken idiots make for good entertainment...
we are outside the bar smoking when this drunk tall ass middle eastern looking guy started getting into some words with a black dude. the tall guy (we called him the persian because he was all gaudy and clubbed out, with some weird silky button down shirt and gold jewelry) is threatening to beat the black guy up when two narcos in an undercover pull up to the intersection.
the cops are in plain clothes, and dont even look like cops. they looked like freaking drug addicts, with hoodys drapped over the heads, wearing clothes that some young punks would wear. the only thing showing they are cops is the computer screen in their black unmarked crown vic.
the cop yells out the window..."HEY DRUNK...GO HOME"
the persian guy is so drunk he doenst even realize the guys are cops. he thinks they are two guys talking shit to him. so he walks up to the cops window and sticks his head into the car. the cop yells "DONT FUCKING COME UP TO MY CAR GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE"
the cop then tries to exit the car, but the persian guy slams the door back on him. at this point the cop has half his body stuck out the window of the car, while he is throwing punches at the persian guy whos trying to keep him in the car. its was a funny ass sight...the cop looked like a total douchebag getting punked because he was stuck in the car and half his punches hit air.
then the persian guy takes off at full sprint at kenyan speed, and the cop manages to open the door free himself and takes off at full sprint after him. shotgun narco has this embarassed look on his face, because theres like 20 people in the intersection laughing and pointing...he gets into the drivers seat and smashed off.
later i heard the guy got away lol, i walked up the block and didnt see anyone in custody, just a bunch of patrol cars circling around looking for him........what an idiot. "yeah im goin out tonite, gonna go partty! and maybe assault a police officer and end up in jail!!" hahaha drunken idiots make for good entertainment...
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Chamba
.if you get arested you lose evry thing...as he smashed my joint on the ground...and thay said i can go...THANK YOU JUSES
yeeha!
I love hearing about the ones who got away!
yeeha!
I love hearing about the ones who got away!
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Chamba
Did this thread not use to be a sticky ?
I'm sure it was,
well, sure enough, though I wouldn't bet my left nut on it if you know what I mean....
I wonder why it got unstickied? If anyone knows, please post why.
I'm sure it was,
well, sure enough, though I wouldn't bet my left nut on it if you know what I mean....
I wonder why it got unstickied? If anyone knows, please post why.
master shake
Active member
Glad to see everyone is staying out of trouble!
I was at this party like years ago, anyway a few peeps I new & me wanted to blaze, not sure who was cool & not so we decided to take a ride, well we had just got done & I see a cop car behind me, no problem, no lights yet, we were just driving around so I decided I would make a few turns, to lose him or get him off my ass, not happening he kept following me, well after not many turns I was lost, so was everybody else, I asked anybody know where we are & how to get back to the party, one guy was like why don't you stop & ask the cop!
So I did, I stopped the cop stopped behind me I think I walked back to the cop car & he says where you going I'm like I'm lost where is such & such, he says follow me took us right back to the party & pointed out the place! Probably not the smartest move but WTF I think he was about to pull us over anyway to see what we were doing!
So I did, I stopped the cop stopped behind me I think I walked back to the cop car & he says where you going I'm like I'm lost where is such & such, he says follow me took us right back to the party & pointed out the place! Probably not the smartest move but WTF I think he was about to pull us over anyway to see what we were doing!
Here's my close call.......
Here's my close call.......
back in '91 me & Moose were pulling into my dead end street and could see a car in my driveway ahead, I waved to a friend standing on his deck as I drove into my place.
Walking toward me and away from my door was a tall thin stranger, "Hey, are you Dave?" he asks me as my buddy Moose & I exit my car, "yeah" was all I said in return when he just up & asks me "you got any bags for sale?...."
my eyes went wild I'm sure as I screamed "WHAT!?!?!?! what the fuck are you talking about mother fucker???" I continued shouting @ him. "I'm going inside for my gun asshole so get the fuck off of my property!!!" and inside my door I went to grab my S&W .44mag.
by the time I got back outside he was driving away in a hurry, my neighbor Rob was still on his deck & so I phoned him, he claimed not to know the guy as I told him what had just happened. 30 seconds later Moose's gf Missy drove in & I asked her if she knew the guy she'd just driven past but she didn't. 5 minutes later my neighbor Rob calls me & asks me to meet him in town.
Rob meets me and tells me that my alcoholic neighbor Tony ratted me out for dealing weed (I really did NOT) so that he and his wife could escape charges for child endangerment through social services; it seems that they would leave their kids in parked cars while they partied in bars & @ friends houses etc. Tony was always coming over to grab a beer and enjoy some of my smoke while he NEVER had any to burn in return, being as I always had some on hand he figured to tell bold face lies and rat me out as a dealer.
obviously the sting blew up in the cops faces as I chased off their boy with my perfectly legal pistol. I even called the chief of detectives the next day to read him the riot act, he acted surprised but he asked me how I'd heard such a crazy thing.... I didn't want to mention neighbor Robs good name so I told him that the drunk Tony next door felt so bad about snitching me out that he came over to cry on my shoulder, smoke a joint and have a beer, there was dead silence on the other end of the line that told me I'd hit a fucking home run & reversed the sting.......
here's the sad part, social services and the police were willing to drop all charges against two bad parents to try to catch a weed dealer they'd never heard of before; as I NEVER sold weed the cops could never hear that I did until 2 desperate drunks conspired a lie for their own convenience sake.
Here's my close call.......
back in '91 me & Moose were pulling into my dead end street and could see a car in my driveway ahead, I waved to a friend standing on his deck as I drove into my place.
Walking toward me and away from my door was a tall thin stranger, "Hey, are you Dave?" he asks me as my buddy Moose & I exit my car, "yeah" was all I said in return when he just up & asks me "you got any bags for sale?...."
my eyes went wild I'm sure as I screamed "WHAT!?!?!?! what the fuck are you talking about mother fucker???" I continued shouting @ him. "I'm going inside for my gun asshole so get the fuck off of my property!!!" and inside my door I went to grab my S&W .44mag.
by the time I got back outside he was driving away in a hurry, my neighbor Rob was still on his deck & so I phoned him, he claimed not to know the guy as I told him what had just happened. 30 seconds later Moose's gf Missy drove in & I asked her if she knew the guy she'd just driven past but she didn't. 5 minutes later my neighbor Rob calls me & asks me to meet him in town.
Rob meets me and tells me that my alcoholic neighbor Tony ratted me out for dealing weed (I really did NOT) so that he and his wife could escape charges for child endangerment through social services; it seems that they would leave their kids in parked cars while they partied in bars & @ friends houses etc. Tony was always coming over to grab a beer and enjoy some of my smoke while he NEVER had any to burn in return, being as I always had some on hand he figured to tell bold face lies and rat me out as a dealer.
obviously the sting blew up in the cops faces as I chased off their boy with my perfectly legal pistol. I even called the chief of detectives the next day to read him the riot act, he acted surprised but he asked me how I'd heard such a crazy thing.... I didn't want to mention neighbor Robs good name so I told him that the drunk Tony next door felt so bad about snitching me out that he came over to cry on my shoulder, smoke a joint and have a beer, there was dead silence on the other end of the line that told me I'd hit a fucking home run & reversed the sting.......
here's the sad part, social services and the police were willing to drop all charges against two bad parents to try to catch a weed dealer they'd never heard of before; as I NEVER sold weed the cops could never hear that I did until 2 desperate drunks conspired a lie for their own convenience sake.
4 years ago my house was raided... i however escaped on a fourwheeler with a bag full of weed and cash. stupid piggies... all i heard was state police search warrant freeze and all they heard was my 450r catching gears down the trail.
when your doing shit illegally you always gotta have a quick getaway.
when your doing shit illegally you always gotta have a quick getaway.
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longearedfriend
didn't they look for you after ? are you still on the run ? ^
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longearedfriend
I have quite a wild story. Well, a few days ago three of us decided to go smoke but it was 12:30am and one of my buddy proposes going to a public park. I didn't hear him and figured out where we were going when we turned in. First thing I say is, "Wow really? public park at 12:30 in the am we might aswell call the cops." Turns out thats how it went. We rolled up a little L walked up to the playground since it was dark and near a fence. Half way through the L i turn around and see a cop flooring it through the parking lot lights off and everything. Now were hiding in some lil slide/tictactoe/house thing all three of us, 10 mins later another cop pulls up and they still sit in their cars lights off cars off. 20min later another cop pulls up same deal there all talking and one gets out. Another 10min or so an SUV pulls up aswell so by then im thinking great I just managed losing my Gf, Job,room at home all because we went to the park. Turns out I swallowed half an L and a sandwichbag with .5. The cops left 10min later. Either they didnt see and hear us, or they honored our stealthyness.
Probably the luckiest time of my life.
did you just swallow the weed or the sandwich bag to
great thread, lots of fun and action
thanks all for sharing
this one happened when I was in high school
I get called to the office of the people who take care of the kids who dont go to classes, have problems, drugs, violence..
and there are 2 workers there, a man, and this hot woman who doesnt seem to have a sense of humor, was like a bitch... you know professional, in a suit
they asked me to bring all my stuff, backpack... everything
they said they got a tip that I was in possession of marijuana
they went through all my stuff
I had two 1gram baggies in a stashed place in my backpack, I cant believe that the backpack pouch saved my ass... I always brought 2-3 gs to peddle around
I also had a .5 in my backpocket...
so the guy asked me to empty my pockets
and I just took out the pocket lining of that back pocket
fuck it felt good when I managed to do that without taking out the weed
man it was like winning a marathon, like jumping through a ring of fire
then he went through the rest of my pockets
he eventually asked me to empty that one again...
shit... so I did.. and again... brought carefully the lining out, kept the weed inside
so... they said, ok its good, you dont have anything
and he said... well the bell is gonna ring now, and I dont want to embarass you in front of everyone so we wont search your locker
I didnt have anything in there
I thanked them with a milion dollar smile
went outside and they had searched over 3o kids
some of them not as lucky as me, and got caught with stuff, some even with halfs
at least there were no dogs, sometimes they bring them
there was a lot of police officers that day though
nah they caught my buddy tho. slapped him with a class c felony 300+ plants
Slangheat
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A teenager on probation for I don't even really remember what... part of conditions were 8pm curfew etc.
Had a 67' camaro restored as a project with my dad... was super nice, but I was way too young and dumb to appreciate that type of car.
Would constantly drive 100+ around the outskirts of town in the cuts and bare country roads.... sheriff pulled me over one day - I'd sped past his house where his "fucking kids play, god-damnit." Was very apologetic, I wasn't a little smartass, I just liked to break rules if I thought I wouldn't get caught, sorta like nowadays
He liked the car, some small talk got me off with a warning.
Next day was at a friends house burning some joints, realized my curfew had passed about 30 min ago and I needed to be back home in case my probation officer called the house for a check-in. Zoooom time to head out, but had to drop another friend off first. Once again driving far too fast... the stock speedometer only read to 120 and I was about 7 o'clock on that thing - going balls to the wall down the old straight road for about 4-5 miles hot-boxing with my buddy. Only thing bringing me to a slowdown and eventual stop was a stop sign - at that point I looked in my rearview and see the redlights.
Same damn cop LOL... as soon as I killed my engine I hear, "Get the FUCK out of your car so I can arrest you this time!"
I get out, totally white and thinking of a way to get him to cool his jets. He's cussin up a storm at me now, and I'm not saying anything.
"I could smell the weed before I got out of my car, if I find so much as a crumb I'm impounding that car of yours!"
Finally he says, "You think I wasn't young at one point?! You think I didn't like to have fun?! You know I was into hot-roddin' too but I didn't act like a little shit about it!"
Bam, saw my shot - old guys love to reminisce! "Yea? What'd ya have back then?"
Forget what he actually said, I think it was a 60's truck or something... his tone completely went to laid back though and I knew I played it smooth as silk. Let's me back in my car, comes to passenger side, sticks his head in and whiffs.. "wheew, you boys don't need to be drivin 130 mph down the road smoking pot, go home and watch a porno or something if you're gonna smoke that stuff, don't put others at risk!"
I often wonder how it would have played out if he found out I was on juvenile probation, but oh well LOL. That pretty much scared me straight and I knew I was playing too close to the line.
Had a 67' camaro restored as a project with my dad... was super nice, but I was way too young and dumb to appreciate that type of car.
Would constantly drive 100+ around the outskirts of town in the cuts and bare country roads.... sheriff pulled me over one day - I'd sped past his house where his "fucking kids play, god-damnit." Was very apologetic, I wasn't a little smartass, I just liked to break rules if I thought I wouldn't get caught, sorta like nowadays
He liked the car, some small talk got me off with a warning.Next day was at a friends house burning some joints, realized my curfew had passed about 30 min ago and I needed to be back home in case my probation officer called the house for a check-in. Zoooom time to head out, but had to drop another friend off first. Once again driving far too fast... the stock speedometer only read to 120 and I was about 7 o'clock on that thing - going balls to the wall down the old straight road for about 4-5 miles hot-boxing with my buddy. Only thing bringing me to a slowdown and eventual stop was a stop sign - at that point I looked in my rearview and see the redlights.
Same damn cop LOL... as soon as I killed my engine I hear, "Get the FUCK out of your car so I can arrest you this time!"
I get out, totally white and thinking of a way to get him to cool his jets. He's cussin up a storm at me now, and I'm not saying anything.
"I could smell the weed before I got out of my car, if I find so much as a crumb I'm impounding that car of yours!"
Finally he says, "You think I wasn't young at one point?! You think I didn't like to have fun?! You know I was into hot-roddin' too but I didn't act like a little shit about it!"
Bam, saw my shot - old guys love to reminisce! "Yea? What'd ya have back then?"
Forget what he actually said, I think it was a 60's truck or something... his tone completely went to laid back though and I knew I played it smooth as silk. Let's me back in my car, comes to passenger side, sticks his head in and whiffs.. "wheew, you boys don't need to be drivin 130 mph down the road smoking pot, go home and watch a porno or something if you're gonna smoke that stuff, don't put others at risk!"
I often wonder how it would have played out if he found out I was on juvenile probation, but oh well LOL. That pretty much scared me straight and I knew I was playing too close to the line.
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longearedfriend
well fucking played my man
why were you on probation
why were you on probation
