Hey guys, this is my first post. I've been reading this forum for several months but I've been too lazy to post. I've been busted mulitple times in the past few years. The first time was at school and that's when I learned how to be smarter with it. Got caught a few more times by my parents just from going out, getting blazed, and coming back stoned off my ass all chinky eyed. I haven't even been close to getting caught in the past 6 or 7 months so I'm trying not to be cocky about it. My friend and I have developed a habit of getting stoned every Friday night. Every Wednesday or Thursday I would pick up a few grams after school and Friday night we'd drive down to where this road ends. We pull out the hookah, smoke a couple grams, then usually make our way to Guitar Center. The employees there are so fucking chill and they usually sit around with us and jam for a while if they aren't busy. One guy, whose name I won't mention, will even give you a real nice discount if your paying in cash and a joint or two. After about an hour in there we have cotton mouth like a motherfucker so our broke asses hit up McDonalds. We are experts at the Dollar Menu. We walk inside and stand in line for a while. I go up to order and notice the black girl behind the counter is somewhat familiar. She looks at me and goes "Don't I know you boy?". I can only remember that I think I've seen her at school freshman year but I don't think I had a class with her. Once she looks at my eyes she immediately knows I'm baked and decides to let everyone in McDonalds knows. It went something like this: "Boy why your eyes so red? You ain't high is you?!?!" I laugh at her for a second thinking she's just messing with me and will probably ask to smoke with us later. I order my food, pay for it and step back to let my friend order. I'm waiting to get my cup and after a mintue she notices. "Oh, I bet you thirsty isn't you! Here's your cup, now get your stoned ass outta here!" She puts my 3 double cheeseburgers and 4 apple pies in a to go bag and me and my friend say fuck it. We go back into his car, pack some more herb in the hookah and get blasted again. I might as well throw my best story at the bottom here. Several weeks ago my friend and I went to the dirt road we normally go to toke up at. The road goes off the main road for about 100 feet then theres a pretty steep hill. You can make it down there but if it's muddy at the bottom, you aren't making it back up. We just wanted to fuck around so we drive down there and realize we can't get back out. Eventually we call our friend who gets his dad to bring his truck out and get us out. About two weeks later we decide that on Friday night we are going to go to a Varsity basketball game. Somehow our team had a winning record and later won the conference championship. We decide to smoke a little before the game so we spark up a joint and head down to our normal spot on the dirt road. While we are on the main road about a mile away we see this dude in shorts walking along the road. My friend stops that car and says "Dude, that's fucking Chris." Somehow this kid graduated last year after getting blazed everyday during lunch. We turn around and pick him up to give him a ride home. We ask him what happened and right when he said "I got stuck" I knew what happened. Turns out he went to smoke a few bowls down on that dirt road and got stuck when he went down the hill. He was going to walk 5 miles home in shorts while it was 40 degrees out. Without even asking him, he grabs a notebook from the bottomless pit of crap in my friends car and starts breaking up two grams. He rolled a nice fat joint and we drove around smoking for about 20 minutes. We took him to the basketball game and had a kickass time because the place was packed and our team was kicking ass. Might add my school busted story on here later.
Liked it! I think you should post some more stores sometime man, I enjoy reading the longer post here.
haha the chicks at mcdonalds always look into my eyes and laugh at me when there red, they usually give me free food too. its awesome. theres also this dude that works wendy's that always hooks me up with free food
You guys are chill as hell. I guess I'll give you my school story and another one. I'll start with a little more background and maybe the funniest story I have. It was really a "you had to be there" thing because you just didn't expect it. I started smoking freshman year I think. Did it a few times with some people I kinda knew and then didn't do it for for a few months. Summer came around and every summer my family usually goes back up to WI where we use to live just to visit and shit. I called up my friend Shane (known this kid since Kindergarten) and asked him what he was doing for the next few days. Besides having to work one night he was just going to go out and chill with people. He picked me up later that day and we went back to his house and kinda caught up. Later that night he pulled out his backpack and grabbled a little blue bag that were meant for marbles. He pulled out this awesome little spoon and about a half gram. We packed a bowl and smoked in his room in the basement. This was the first time I ever got to smoke dank. The kids that I previously smoked with were kinda ghetto and got their shit from some sketchy ass people so I was always smoking mids. I had never really been baked but now I was laughing my ass off at the Christmas tree lights he has hanging all over his walls. We went upstairs and made some salami sandwhiches. He handed me my sandwhich with a piece of cheese on it. Without even thinking I threw another piece of bread on the top and bit into it but something tasted hard and stale. I take the sandwhich out of my mouth and find out that the wrapper was still on the piece of cheese and I had bitten straight through it. The next day we got up around noon and went out to meet some of his friends. We packed a bowl in the car and hit it a few times on the way to his friends house. We got to a stoplight with no one around us so I pull the bowl and light it. Suddenly I see a car pull up along my side and stop. When I turn and look it's these two really gangster looking guys staring right at me. They start motioning that they want some and then try to get us to pull over so they could buy some. We didn't have any left to sell them but we thought about pulling over in a parking lot to let them get a few hits. I looked back at their car and changed my mind. Two guys driving an 80's Cadillac with rims kinda scared me so we took the fuck off. Now my school story. Before you flame me, I was young and stupid. I knew it was a dumb idea but I thought I had a pretty good plan. My friend "Pete" and I had started smoking pretty much everyday. Sometimes twice a day but always after school. He was getting weed from the same sketchy people as mentioned before. It was always mids that were full of stems and seeds. Occasional hair here and there but this stuff just got me a little buzzed and never really that high. About a week earlier, Pete picked up a half ounce from this guy. We smoked maybe a gram or two in the next couple days. On Thursday, we were sitting in chorus (don't hate) and I asked him if we were smoking after school as usual. He said he was grounded and not allowed to have people over. I thought "no big deal, we'll smoke over the weekend." Towards the end of class he asked me if I wanted to smoke during lunch. We were sophmores and weren't allowed to go off campus for lunch. Our school is on the block schedule (4 classes a day) and all 3 lunches are inbetween second and third block. We had the first lunch while the other 2/3's of the school had class. My idea was to just act like we were going to our third block class and slip into a third block classroom because only half of the rooms on the third floor were being used. We'd smoke ten minutes before our lunch was over then when the bell rang for second lunch we'd go to class. The bell rings and we walk up to the third floor. I start heading towards a bathroom and Pete told me to hold up. He said follow me and started going back downstairs. I asked him what he was doing and he said he just had a better idea. This is where I should have followed my instincts. He wouldn't tell me his plan and led me down toward the gym hallway. At the end of the hallway is the guys locker room. He thought we could smoke in there but I knew that the teachers always locked the doors to the locker room when everyone was out to stop people from stealing shit. He walks towards one of the doors as a few people are still leaving the locker room and one of the teachers sees us. He just told us to go to class. We acted like we were walking back and my friend said we could step out one of the side doors of the school on the gym hallway and smoke there. We get down to the door and check to see if anyone is looking. Then Pete realizes that the trailers (because our school is overcrowded) are right out there and a teacher could probably see us. At this point I'm saying fuck it lets go to lunch. Pete says he has one more idea. There's some bathrooms near the cafeteria that always have the doors in front of them closed because there's another bathroom right next to the cafeteria. We take this small hallway that leads down towards the gym teachers offices. The bathrooms are at the end and the doors are shut. All the gym teachers were in the gym and no one would be using those bathrooms. We go inside and smoke half a gram or so. We spray each other down with Axe real quick and walk out. I start walking back down the way we came from the main gym hallway. I turn around and Pete is walking directly towards those closed doors. If an administrator saw us, we'd probably get bitched at a little for being back there. I catch up to him to tell him and about ten feet from the door I see someone standing on the other side of them through the little window. They have their back facing the doors and Pete just opens the door right up and walks out. I follow to not make it look suspicious. Out of all the fucking people to be standing there, it's the school fucking pig. We walk past him and he glances at Pete. We walk into the cafeteria and sit down. I got some food real quick and right as I'm about to open my drink I feel a hand on my shoulder. They tell me to get up and get my stuff. The cop apprently saw Pete's red eyes, walked into that bathroom and smelled smoke. He grabbed both of us and took us into the office. He sat us in one of the little conference rooms and closed the door. I looked at Pete and remembered he brought ALL of his weed to school. The cop comes in a few minutes later with one of the assistant pricipals. They hand us a sheet of paper and ask us to write a statement. I'm scared as shit and knew they really didn't have any evidence. They smelled smoke and I had nothing on me at all. My friend starts writing a statement so I ask the cop if I have to write a statement. He says no so I tell him I would prefer not to say anything at all. Once my friend finishes they begin to search us. They start with me and ask me to open my backpack and take out everything. They searched everything pretty well. They then ask me to take off my shoes and socks and pat me down. I have nothing on me so I completely oblige. The finish searching me and move on to Pete. All he had with him was one binder because he rarely does work. They look through the papers in his binder then turn it upside down. Suddenly a gram of shake falls out. I suddenly remember that about a 2 days before, we had smoked a joint in the woods after school and didn't want to finish it. Pete just put it out and shoved it in his binder. Apparently he forgot about it and the joint ripped and all the weed fell out when they turned the binder upside down. They then searched Pete and only found a lighter. At this point I'm thinking "Where the hell do you hide almost a half ounce so well that the cop can't find it?" The cop and the administrator leave the room to go take the weed he had in his binder back to his office. The cop comes back a minute later with his hands behind his back. I hear him move some plastic around and then it hits me. As we walked into the office, the cop was in front, I was in the middle, and Pete was behind us all. He tried to ditch his bag in a garbage can but had to throw it a little across a room. He missed and apparently someone in the office found it. The cop was livid that my friend had lied when he said he had nothing else so the cop tells him to stand up and place his hands behind his back. The assistant pricipal moves me to another room. They call my parents and I find out I'm getting a 5 day vacation. My parents are pretty pissed but later on my dad tells me he wouldn't be mad if I was just trying it but doing it in school was stupid. I spend the next 5 days watching Lost Season One on DVD. Pete was 16 at the time and I was a month away from turning 16. The cop claims he could have arrested me at the time but I was only 15. Still not sure if he could have. Pete's weed is weighed out to find out if it is a felony. Apparently over a half ounce is considered more than personal possession and it probably wasn't any better it was in school. Luckily it came out to 11.3 grams. Pete got suspended for the rest of the year and was allowed back this year after taking some home schooled classes. I learned a lot from this but apperantly Pete hasn't. He's now hanging out with more sketchy people and dealing a little. He does a lot of Vicaden and other pills and it's a matter of time before shit hits the fan for him. I bought an eigth from him once and feel kinda shitty about it. He's had a couple HORRIBLE things happen to his family this past year and he needs to get things straight. I told him he needs to stop dealing and doing pills but he doesn't seem to really care. Here's one I promise to be a little shorter. Last year after I got caught at school I stopped for a couple months. I got to know these two seniors in chorus and they wanted to smoke with me before a rehearsal we were having the night before a concert. We met up 20 minutes before the rehearsal and I bought and smoked a couple bowls from their bubbler. We hotboxed the car and were completely baked. Rehearsal was funny as hell and nobody really noticed. I went home about two hours later not realizing I reaked of herb. The second my parents came close to me they could smell it and bitched me out.
you shoulda been like yo throw me a mix tape and ill throw you a couple hits. make the trade, then ride off bumpin some gangsta beats.
when the stupid bitch said that shit you shoulda threw your money on the floor behind the counter so the stupid bitch would have to bend over and pick it up off the floor what buisness does somone working at mcdonalds have judging ANYONE? let alone some stoned kids
LMFAO DJ. I'm seriously scared of this girl she could beat my ass without trying. Sorry for editing my previous post into a novel but the story is alright.
Damn man, sucks about your friend.. I know if i were him and had half o or more I'd be freaking out.. are school sucks with drug searches and crazy redneck principles..
dude, macro ur stories are awesome stick around and keep telling them they make me happy lol ur storries really want to make me smoke again but ive been clean for 10 days shit
Yes I do love those stories but one question I have to ask, you went through all of that school shit for a little puff puff of meds?? Mids is not worth it!
Fuck McDonalds. Quit eating that shit man, it's terrible. I know because I ate McDonald's and all that shit for like 4 straight years- it takes a major toll not only on you but on the environment and those inhabiting it beside yourself. What it comes down to is- if you are just in it for taste and to please yourself, eat another Big Mac, if you care about the environment, other beings, our dwindling resources...you will make yourself a PB&J and eat up. I enjoy the stories though-almost seems unreal that all this "once in a lifetime" esque shit has happened to you. Some Tim O'Brien shit... Peace
sounds like me and my friends last year wondering all over school to smoke at lunch...behind buildings, in bathrooms, behind bathrooms, in gyms, behind gyms, in locker rooms, in locker room bathrooms, in the field, in the cafeteria, in the weight room, in class rooms...man iv smoked a lot at school...and i was only caught twice but still need to know, where the hell did your friend hide the bud when he was searched?
My friend tossed it into another room. I'm pretty sure he tossed it into the teacher mailbox room, which is why it was found. gratefulvegan-I don't know what the hell you have against McDonald's but stop wasting bandwith. I eat at McDonald's when I've spent my money on weed and can't afford to pay $12 at my favorite BBQ place. Would it bother you more if I told you my dad drove a Hummer? My memory is totally fucked. Too much drinking. I know I have some more good stories but hell if I remember them. Lately the only funny drug related thing that has happened is about one of my other friends. Dumbass left his hookah in his car (in a backpack) and his mom needed it one day to pick up some stuff because her car doesn't have enough room. She drops him off at school, goes home to fold the seats down and finds a hookah in a backpack in it. When he gets home they ask him if he has also been smoking Oxycontin.
First let me say welcome to the forums, your stories are pretty kick-ass, and you have a lot of interesting things to say, but let me say chill on insults. GratefulVegan makes a good point. McDonalds, aside from being terrible for your health, is a really awful corporation. It is estimated that for every quarter pound fast food hamburger, 55 square feet of central american rainforest is destroyed for raising cattle. Now I know that makes me sound like some environmentalist "Save The Trees" asshole, but lets be serious here. The rainforest is lots of trees, trees remove carbon dioxide; which is the principal chemical causing global warming. Which to me is stupid. Not to mention every year billions (yes BILLIONS) of animals are raised and slaughtered for purposes of food. I know and respect his view because I used to be a vegan.
