Well, today was interesting. I was hanging out at my friend's and we were plinking around with my .22s that I have, shooting at targets into the ground. But anyway, about 500 rounds later, we get done, put the rifles in the trunk, and sit on his porch. He was getting ready to load a bowl, and we hear a car pull up. This is normal because he has a driveway going through his property. So my friend jokingly says, "hey I'd laugh if that was a fucking cop" and then sure enough, it is. He gets out and talks to us and saying how we cant shoot out there and gives us advice on fucking life and shit. The whole time my pipe was chilling in my pocket, my friend had his, and the other guy had a half oz. Holy shit it scared the fuck out of us man. A close fucking call that ened good.
