o.gkushowns
18 and Doh!
haha out the ones i read i like bubbleboy's most. U in Nz or Australia by any chance? for some reason that seems like some sweet down under humour.
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Arrest Stories & Close Calls
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Hey Barberboy, that shit does not sound like a close call. Sounds like they were on your ass and got it. How do you hink they popped you, I am guessing that a K9 at the place you mailed the cuts smelled it??? Was it USPS or a private???
some fantastic stories.very interesting reading. Seems alot of these near busts are vehicle related..spose that says something. Havnt smoked a number whilst driving for about 7 years. They will introduce random drug testing here within the next 8 months.Glad i am out of the habbit of smoking and driving.
treehuggers
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Two days ago, I went to our seedshop headquaters after quite some time, to see how things are going and visit a fellow grower. It's an hour and a half of train ride, from where i live and grow. Ofcourse i took weed with me... 
Going there went by with no problems... no smell no cops. When I was returning home that evening, I was really baked and smelled like my hair would be trichomes. I decided to left what was left of the weed there, not taking any chaches.
Now I am sitting on the train, going back home. I am sitting in a cupe for 6 persons by myself and waiting. I suddenly start to smell weed and becoming a little woried that somebody joins the cupe so i open the window and let the smell go away. I take a magazine out of my bag and find a couple of grams of Black Domina in it. Yeey way to go! I forgot all about that.... So I put it behind my pants.... they would have to take me to police station to look there. So it's a worst case scenario. Tho the window was open and Domina was in the balls area, it was still smelling and I was still alone. I looked around for a non smoking sign and there was none. I rolled a tobacco ciggy. When I was roling the second one cop passes the window on the doors of cupe. Second after him another one comes by and just looks in while he walks. Eye contact. That moment I knew he was coming in. And it's not a good feeling when the smell of weed blends with cops coming. In a cople of seconds both came in.
Cop: Hey, do you have something for us or is that just tobacco?
I just make a quick look at him, like 1/3 sec and my heart is pumping. I answer.
Me: Sorry, just tobacco today.
Cops smiles and go away.
I was really confused. Are they coming back or something. Is this a joke? Afther hearing all stories from the train..... well i am throwing weed away next time. Dont care how much is it.
EDIT: Forgot to mention ...I was also cariying some new domina beans with me and that wouldnt save me for sure!
Going there went by with no problems... no smell no cops. When I was returning home that evening, I was really baked and smelled like my hair would be trichomes. I decided to left what was left of the weed there, not taking any chaches. Now I am sitting on the train, going back home. I am sitting in a cupe for 6 persons by myself and waiting. I suddenly start to smell weed and becoming a little woried that somebody joins the cupe so i open the window and let the smell go away. I take a magazine out of my bag and find a couple of grams of Black Domina in it. Yeey way to go! I forgot all about that.... So I put it behind my pants.... they would have to take me to police station to look there.
So it's a worst case scenario. Tho the window was open and Domina was in the balls area, it was still smelling and I was still alone. I looked around for a non smoking sign and there was none. I rolled a tobacco ciggy. When I was roling the second one cop passes the window on the doors of cupe. Second after him another one comes by and just looks in while he walks. Eye contact. That moment I knew he was coming in. And it's not a good feeling when the smell of weed blends with cops coming. In a cople of seconds both came in. Cop: Hey, do you have something for us or is that just tobacco?
I just make a quick look at him, like 1/3 sec and my heart is pumping. I answer.
Me: Sorry, just tobacco today.
Cops smiles and go away.
I was really confused. Are they coming back or something. Is this a joke? Afther hearing all stories from the train..... well i am throwing weed away next time. Dont care how much is it.
EDIT: Forgot to mention ...I was also cariying some new domina beans with me and that wouldnt save me for sure!
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treehuggers
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Thanks GMT! 
(LOL that almost sounds wrong - thanks for saying i had closecall)
(LOL that almost sounds wrong - thanks for saying i had closecall
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jaunt
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didnt happen to me but a friend of mine. to make a long story short, he was driving with a friend and had some buds on him, they ended up crashing (not due to weed) and my friend went through the windshield, flew about 20 feet and landed in a grassy patch inbetween two tree's and a drainage ditch lol. hes all fucked up from this but somehow manages to remember the weed and throws it in a nearby bush. he blacks out then gets helicoptered to the hospital where he spent a few days. the next week we went back to the spot and picked up the bud 
Lord Doobie
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Waikiki...everyone has a badge
Waikiki...everyone has a badge
Close call
Hawaii...Waikiki specifically...lotsa punks flashing phoney badges...anyway...
After 3 months of islands, I'm getting ready to return the very next day to the mainland...last night hanging with the guys. At a picnic table at night...someone pulls out a doob and we naturally pass it around. Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone out on the sand hiding under the lifeguard tower. I whisper..."Guys...someones out there...don't look...just put it out". No longer had we put it out, the guy comes right up to us...some redneck lookin dood in shorts with red hair & freckles...slams his hand down on the table...and demands to know who has the weed. I'm sitting there with a pound in my daypack thinking "Oh shit...this is it." Luckily, there were 8 of us. Everyone dummied up. I shrugged my shoulders and looked down shaking my head but I was absolutely frozen in fear. Mentally, I was resigned and already in jail. I just kept staring at my outstretched arms on the table and shaking my head "no". The undercover cop demands "I know someone here has it. I smelled it. I'm not leaving until I find out who". Somehow, I was able to mention that was the last of it and everyone agreed. We continued our act but the cop insisted he'd search us all to find out who was holding. I again shrugged, said that was all we had, tossed my daypack on the table, and told him to "search away". After about 10 minutes, he finally gave up and warned that if he ever saw us together again, he'd bust us, etc. etc. etc. etc.
I was playing poker with my freedom by bluffing this dangerous undercover redneck cop in Hawaii of all places. Trust me...it's a feeling I never wanted to experience again...yet did about 10 days later in Santa Fe...but that's another movie.
Waikiki...everyone has a badge
Close call
Hawaii...Waikiki specifically...lotsa punks flashing phoney badges...anyway...
After 3 months of islands, I'm getting ready to return the very next day to the mainland...last night hanging with the guys. At a picnic table at night...someone pulls out a doob and we naturally pass it around. Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone out on the sand hiding under the lifeguard tower. I whisper..."Guys...someones out there...don't look...just put it out". No longer had we put it out, the guy comes right up to us...some redneck lookin dood in shorts with red hair & freckles...slams his hand down on the table...and demands to know who has the weed. I'm sitting there with a pound in my daypack thinking "Oh shit...this is it." Luckily, there were 8 of us. Everyone dummied up. I shrugged my shoulders and looked down shaking my head but I was absolutely frozen in fear. Mentally, I was resigned and already in jail. I just kept staring at my outstretched arms on the table and shaking my head "no". The undercover cop demands "I know someone here has it. I smelled it. I'm not leaving until I find out who". Somehow, I was able to mention that was the last of it and everyone agreed. We continued our act but the cop insisted he'd search us all to find out who was holding. I again shrugged, said that was all we had, tossed my daypack on the table, and told him to "search away". After about 10 minutes, he finally gave up and warned that if he ever saw us together again, he'd bust us, etc. etc. etc. etc.
I was playing poker with my freedom by bluffing this dangerous undercover redneck cop in Hawaii of all places. Trust me...it's a feeling I never wanted to experience again...yet did about 10 days later in Santa Fe...but that's another movie.
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OK heres a good one. Its a bit long but needs explanation to get the full "effect".
I was visiting a midwestern US city on family matters. I had arranged some companionship from a chick I had met out that way online. I brought a half zip of some decent stuff with me for entertainment purposes. Anyway, she and a couple of her lady friends swing over to my hotel room before we go out to the club. No blazing at that point, just a bit of drinking before heading out to said club. So one of the chicks doesn't want to take her purse and asks if she can leave it in my room. Im thinking "hmmm....so that would require at least two girls to come back to my hotel room drunk.....lemme think about that...sure!". I agree to take custody of the purse and we head out to the club. While at the club, we are drinking very heavily for a couple hours. Well, the original chick basically just ditches me for some other dude she knew so I was pretty pissed. I start trying to put the moves on the other friend of hers (not the purse chick) and we are hitting it off pretty well. I tried my ASS off to get her to come back to the hotel room. What the hell else are out of town trips for????? Oh yeah, family stuff. Not that night tho, I wanted some ass from some chick come hell or high water. Well I tried but she wasnt having it because of the original friend who had ditched me. What the fuck is that about? Never could understand women. Anyway, I just leave and drive my lonely self back to the hotel (we took my car to the club so fuck her let her hail a cab home). Im pretty goddamn drunk. I pass out in the bed. OK so Im a very deep sleeper and even worse when Im drunk. I wake up the next day around 11am and roll over for a nice wake and bake. Lo and behold my weed and my bowl is gone from the bedside table!!!!
I call the original chick up (Im very hungover) cussing her out about stealing my shit when I wasn't looking. She calmly but firmly tells me "if you want to know where your weed is, you should call the *insert city here* police. Maybe they will give it back to you....go check your door." I call her a lying whore and fuck off, hang up, then quickly check my door. The door jam looked pretty abused actually. Im very confused at this point. I stumble my angry, hungover ass down to the front desk to ask them what the hell is going on? The front desk chick says "Oh, so you're the room 24 guy?" I say yes. She replies, "Well the girl who left her purse in your room showed up with her friends at 6am, crying, screaming, demanding her stuff back. We called your room about 10 times but you didn't answer. They called the police. The police came and banged on your door for 15 minutes. They ended up jimmying the door open and got the girls purse out of your room."
Well, apparently the cops entered the room to get the girls purse and noticed my sack and my bowl on the bedside table and took them. I never woke up once during this whole scenario! Of course, the cops entry was not a legal entry so they had no grounds to arrest me (if they could wake me lol) so they just took my shit and left. What they didnt know is that I had a rolled blunt on the table under my baseball cap and they didn't look there
I decided against calling and asking for my weed and bowl back......
I hate stupid bitches.
I was visiting a midwestern US city on family matters. I had arranged some companionship from a chick I had met out that way online. I brought a half zip of some decent stuff with me for entertainment purposes. Anyway, she and a couple of her lady friends swing over to my hotel room before we go out to the club. No blazing at that point, just a bit of drinking before heading out to said club. So one of the chicks doesn't want to take her purse and asks if she can leave it in my room. Im thinking "hmmm....so that would require at least two girls to come back to my hotel room drunk.....lemme think about that...sure!". I agree to take custody of the purse and we head out to the club. While at the club, we are drinking very heavily for a couple hours. Well, the original chick basically just ditches me for some other dude she knew so I was pretty pissed. I start trying to put the moves on the other friend of hers (not the purse chick) and we are hitting it off pretty well. I tried my ASS off to get her to come back to the hotel room. What the hell else are out of town trips for????? Oh yeah, family stuff. Not that night tho, I wanted some ass from some chick come hell or high water. Well I tried but she wasnt having it because of the original friend who had ditched me. What the fuck is that about? Never could understand women. Anyway, I just leave and drive my lonely self back to the hotel (we took my car to the club so fuck her let her hail a cab home). Im pretty goddamn drunk. I pass out in the bed. OK so Im a very deep sleeper and even worse when Im drunk. I wake up the next day around 11am and roll over for a nice wake and bake. Lo and behold my weed and my bowl is gone from the bedside table!!!!
I call the original chick up (Im very hungover) cussing her out about stealing my shit when I wasn't looking. She calmly but firmly tells me "if you want to know where your weed is, you should call the *insert city here* police. Maybe they will give it back to you....go check your door." I call her a lying whore and fuck off, hang up, then quickly check my door. The door jam looked pretty abused actually. Im very confused at this point. I stumble my angry, hungover ass down to the front desk to ask them what the hell is going on? The front desk chick says "Oh, so you're the room 24 guy?" I say yes. She replies, "Well the girl who left her purse in your room showed up with her friends at 6am, crying, screaming, demanding her stuff back. We called your room about 10 times but you didn't answer. They called the police. The police came and banged on your door for 15 minutes. They ended up jimmying the door open and got the girls purse out of your room."
Well, apparently the cops entered the room to get the girls purse and noticed my sack and my bowl on the bedside table and took them. I never woke up once during this whole scenario! Of course, the cops entry was not a legal entry so they had no grounds to arrest me (if they could wake me lol) so they just took my shit and left. What they didnt know is that I had a rolled blunt on the table under my baseball cap and they didn't look there
I decided against calling and asking for my weed and bowl back......
I hate stupid bitches.
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wow.
tonight
me and 2 other friends are coming from a party in the woods.
sadly, i have a front headlight out.
cops pull us over.
imediatly ask who has been drinking, and i say i have drank 4.
my friends say they have drank as well.
the cop gets me out, asks if i have anything...
so i say i have a container than may contain some marijuana residue (kiff/ little weed bits)
after searching me and only finding that, he sniffs it and nods his head at his friend.
so they search one more friend, he has nothing but alch. on the breath.
search my next friend, he has some beasters... about 1.4, he's arrested.
cops tell me to get someone to pick up my car and leave my remaining friend..
i got off with a verbal warning of a broken headlight, crazy.
tonight
me and 2 other friends are coming from a party in the woods.
sadly, i have a front headlight out.
cops pull us over.
imediatly ask who has been drinking, and i say i have drank 4.
my friends say they have drank as well.
the cop gets me out, asks if i have anything...
so i say i have a container than may contain some marijuana residue (kiff/ little weed bits)
after searching me and only finding that, he sniffs it and nods his head at his friend.
so they search one more friend, he has nothing but alch. on the breath.
search my next friend, he has some beasters... about 1.4, he's arrested.
cops tell me to get someone to pick up my car and leave my remaining friend..
i got off with a verbal warning of a broken headlight, crazy.
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IwannagethighOG
Terrible, terrible stories. Here's on old one of mine.
When I was 15 me and a couple of friends were playing hacky sack at this abandoned bulding. We made a homade bong out of some plastic container that was actually shaped like a real bong and brought it with us. Well after a long session of sack, I sat down on the curb with the bong and started tossing it up into the air. That's when I look over and see america's finest rolling up on us. I quickly stand up and hide the bong behind my baggy pants. The cop starts asking us questions meanwhile I keep blinking nervously. He started going on about some purse robbery in the area which I had no clue about. Then he ask me what I am hiding behind my back. I say nothing. At this point I was ready to give it up and say you got me. Next he says let me see your hands. Before I do, I somehow wedged the bong between my legs. At the angle I was standing he could'nt see it. He says ok and starts to drive off. He gets about 20 feet away and the bong drops out right infront of my feet. Close.
When I was 15 me and a couple of friends were playing hacky sack at this abandoned bulding. We made a homade bong out of some plastic container that was actually shaped like a real bong and brought it with us. Well after a long session of sack, I sat down on the curb with the bong and started tossing it up into the air. That's when I look over and see america's finest rolling up on us. I quickly stand up and hide the bong behind my baggy pants. The cop starts asking us questions meanwhile I keep blinking nervously. He started going on about some purse robbery in the area which I had no clue about. Then he ask me what I am hiding behind my back. I say nothing. At this point I was ready to give it up and say you got me. Next he says let me see your hands. Before I do, I somehow wedged the bong between my legs. At the angle I was standing he could'nt see it. He says ok and starts to drive off. He gets about 20 feet away and the bong drops out right infront of my feet. Close.
tuco
Member
haha...yup, thats close.
ok..i'll share my close call(s)
about a year ago i moved into my new house and i immediately set up my personal grow..just 4 plants. 2 weeks after moving in i was up late one night and fell asleep on the couch, at about 3am i woke up for some reason...something didnt feel right. then i heard a horrible 'wrenching' sound which i knew was the sound of something being leverd under my loungeroom window. i quickly jumped up and ran to my bedroom where i could get a better look and peeked out the window...and low and behold, there was some bogan/yobbo wanker trying to break into my home. the adrenalain started pumping i picked up my County cricket bat and i let let out a bellowing "FUCK OFF CUNT". i heard that asshole quickly scamper off around the front yard. it was only after this that i thought i shoulda called the cops...but my grow.
too risky, and the adrenalin pumping through my veins didnt allow me to think clearly, i just wanted this person GONE. i went outside the next morning and found 3 of my windows with damage and chip marks...icompetant loser fast forward six months...
about 11pm, sitting in front of the computer writing some emails, and what do i hear then see? some bogan/yobbo asshole trying to break into my home...WTF!!!!! this time i was wide awake and thinking clearly and thought fuck my grow and the cops, i grabbed my cricket bat again, picked up my mobile and dialed 000 (911) and walked upto the window where this asshole was trying to break in (different person) i was on the phone to the operator and told them of the situation, very nice lady told me the cops were en-route. she asked me if i wanted to stay on the phone while the cops were on the way, *whispering* i said that was ok and hung up. standing there with my cricket bat in hand and ready to smack this cunts head for six as soon as he poked his head through the window. another incopetant loser...2-3 minutes later the boys in blue rolled along and fired up the spotlight. this bogan nearly shit his pants and yelled out "its my mates place"
..."take him away to jail" i said as i opened up the front door. the cops took my statement and asked me if i wanted them to "take a look around", i immediately thought of my grow and calmly said "thats ok, it was just him"...and i waved to him as the cops drove away i win, you lose
The End Is Near
Member
Broken down for easy reading:
I was parked at the top of a multi-story parking lot, hitting my vaporbrothers while waiting for a movie to start. Then I see a cop drive up behind me, but he passes by and I go about my business, still hitting the vaporizer. Then he comes back, this time stopping! So I turn the VB off, set it down, and take the stem from my lap and place it the only place I could think of without making too much movement: between the car door and my seat.
It turns out he came up because before I started to vape, I leaned over the edge of the 7-story building just to admire the view, and he percieved it as a potential jumping. He started questioning me, asked if I was on any medication(haha!), and asked for my ID. While he was looking at my info, I covered my stash tin and film case in the center console with a pack of gum. Luckily he didn't notice that, but the vapor brothers was in plain view, and the mere act of opening my door would make the vapor stem drop right at the cop's feet!
The questioning continued. He started looking all over my car from outside. Then....
Him: What's in the wooden box?
Me: It's just a space heater
Him: What are you doing with a space heater this time of year (it was still hot)
Me: ....I don't know.
Him: What's in the backpack?
Me: Just my school stuff. -shows cop insides of bag- This container's empty now, but it used to be granola.(I swear this line's true)
Him: Why are you so nervous
Me: -shrugs shoulders-
Him: All right then. Stay off the edge of the building
Then he finally leaves. Way too close a call for me. Now I rarely smoke in public. On a side note, the movie was the very first showing of Silent Hill, which sucked ass, even when stoned.
I was parked at the top of a multi-story parking lot, hitting my vaporbrothers while waiting for a movie to start. Then I see a cop drive up behind me, but he passes by and I go about my business, still hitting the vaporizer. Then he comes back, this time stopping! So I turn the VB off, set it down, and take the stem from my lap and place it the only place I could think of without making too much movement: between the car door and my seat.
It turns out he came up because before I started to vape, I leaned over the edge of the 7-story building just to admire the view, and he percieved it as a potential jumping. He started questioning me, asked if I was on any medication(haha!), and asked for my ID. While he was looking at my info, I covered my stash tin and film case in the center console with a pack of gum. Luckily he didn't notice that, but the vapor brothers was in plain view, and the mere act of opening my door would make the vapor stem drop right at the cop's feet!
The questioning continued. He started looking all over my car from outside. Then....
Him: What's in the wooden box?
Me: It's just a space heater
Him: What are you doing with a space heater this time of year (it was still hot)
Me: ....I don't know.
Him: What's in the backpack?
Me: Just my school stuff. -shows cop insides of bag- This container's empty now, but it used to be granola.(I swear this line's true)
Him: Why are you so nervous
Me: -shrugs shoulders-
Him: All right then. Stay off the edge of the building
Then he finally leaves. Way too close a call for me. Now I rarely smoke in public. On a side note, the movie was the very first showing of Silent Hill, which sucked ass, even when stoned.
Silver Bullet
Member
lol. I'd be nervous too.
Thats bullcrap. Why would he be asking you what was in your backpack and such if he was just making sure you weren't going to jump off a building.
Thats bullcrap. Why would he be asking you what was in your backpack and such if he was just making sure you weren't going to jump off a building.
The End Is Near
Member
^^^ Just being a cop I guess. Good thing he didn't get too nosy.
I gotta remember that granola line! Too sweet.
Silver Bullet
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