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Yeah...so this thread is for people who get busted...tell your story. Only put it down if you were busted after you read this :p...I want fresh stories heh.

i was walking down dark alley way on a dark road. cops don't roll around this part of town, this is the good part of town. i had nothing to worry about. there wasn't anyone around. just me, a stray cat and my sense of adventure. anyone would guess what i was thinking of doing. i run my fingers across the glass pipe in my pocket. i imaged myself taking it out of my pocket, loading it and lighting it. the thrill was building up in my longs. just one hit of this and i was going to be insane. i had just bought the finest herb that anyone could find in my town. i was the first one to get a piece off the nug. i shook my head and brought myself back into reality. i slowly took my glass pipe, whom i had named Woobie, out of my pocket. i looked at woobie. "ah yeah", i said "this is gonna be tight". i looked around the alley for a place to sit. i spotted an overturned recycling bin sitting in between a weed with a bunch of grass on it and a nice looking garage. it was a perfect spot to sit and toke. it was light enough to see what i was doing, and if anyone rolled up (god forbid) i could see their headlights before they got close to me. i would just slide my butt of the recycling bin, inch backwards and sit in the grass. i pop a squat on the orange recycling pin, and searched around my pocket for the good shit. i found it. it wasn't much , only a dub. my dealer reassured me that i didn't need anymore. "Twenty's enough. This shit'll knock you on your ass". I wasn't one to argue so i bought it. I was so excitied because I didn't even have to break it up, my dealer had already broken up for me. What a guy. I put my bowl in the bag and trapped some weed between the bowl and the plastic bag. i used the bag to push out the stray buds, and then pulled out Woobie. Perfect. This night was perfect. I had a perfect place to smoke and I had just loaded a bowl. I had my attention totally focused on my bowl and pleased with it , that when i looked up saw the bike cop with his flashlight in my face, i simply asked. "What? You wanna hit?"




























that was total bullshit

So... the cop saw you about to smoke sme weed out of a pipe, and you asked if he wanted a hit, and you're back, visiting websites on your computer already? They hold you for a few days where I live for getting caught with weed underage, and any "back talking" type shit gets you in more shit, usually.

yes. exactly. i got off easy because i have huge tits.

So when did this happen?

never
i was joking
i didn't expect anyone to read that entire story

I didn't know what you meant when you said "that was total bullshit". I thought you either meant the entire story was bullshit, or the luck you had with the cop was bullshit.

either way your're right

sofaqueen...I now declare you annoying.

I had an ounce on me at work, one of the full timers found out, ratted me out, managers go into my bag without permission. Get arrested, charged, going to court, getting a lawyer, lost my job and the car my dad was planning on giving me

Sue them for invasion of privacy. They aren't allowed searching your shit, don't let them get away with it.

Psyclone wrote:sofaqueen...I now declare you annoying.

And I declare you easily annoyed

i got caught once but by my parents,i drove 2 school like i usually did and when i came home i found my dad looking kinda stange ,like really pissed more than usual so i asked him and he wouldn tell me so i went 2 my room looked for my weed and it wasn`t there so i knew what was the reason, so i called up my mom and came clean,but i told her i didn`t smoke it i sold,for some extra cash and they offcourse did`t bought it they ain`t stupid so my mom started 2 get mad and told me im bust u up when i get home, later that day my dad came into the room and told me 2 get in the car so i did,next thing i knew we were in front of a police station, and here in guatemala we have i dont know how 2 write it in english but its called instancy judge,that means u don`t go through court or a trial,and he came up and told me that i was gonna go 2 jail 4 traffic cause it was a lot of weed,and the jail`s ova here trust me ain`t no walk in the park,they told me i was alowed 2 go 2 my house and collect my things and go,which i thought was kind o strange cause u usually just go 2 jail,then he came in and told me that couldnt,so i spent the night in the police station cell with 12 more guys that were gonna go the next day,in the morning my mom came 2 pick me up,and told me i hope u learned ur lesson, it was all acting,she paid those cops 2 scare me,cause here cops are very corrupt,thats realy cool cause u can basically do what ever u want,any ways i did learned my lesson hide ur weed better,that same day i bought a shitload of weed and smoked all

I went to work 30 minuites late, chopped a half ounce in the parking lot, went inside work, took a power sander and put it in my back pack (to later sell to a coke dealer that runs a interior ronnovation company for $100), took a bag of chips and pop, started eating, went on break and sold another half ounce to someone that works there, smoked a fat spliff to my face (about a gram or so), went back inside and kept eating and about and hour later while i was doing my work 4 cops rushed me in the aisle and arrested me. they had it all on camera and i got away with a dont do it again. being a young offender is key, but i turn 18 in a couple months.

I was high on acid and out shop-lifting at the local mall. I was with my buddy i wasn't sposed to be with due to probation conditions, got caught stealing, breach for hanging out with him, breach for having loonie size pupils, and for disturbing the peace. Now all this shit comes up in court in a month. FUCK.