My parents found my stash!

i had my pipe and my lighter in my pocket of my coat *so they couldn't find it, fuck you cruel irony*

so they had this huge talk with me about knowing what i'm getting myself into
and not to get into any bad shit

so from the first talk i got the hint that i should probably still keep smoking pot a secret
when i do it, just so they don't get super pissed

but then they sat me down for a second talk once they figured they'd be able
to express their opinions in a calm manner and they pretty much threw out
every rule they ever made for me and just told me that i'm not allowed to smoke
it in the house, and if i did anything harsher and they found out they'd put me
in rehab.

and my dad did it a whole bunch up until him and my mom got married, so he
knew first hand what was going on

i was pretty suprised when they didnt' ground me or anything. they just gave me my pipe back and let me go.

 

goddamn, i would litteraly like kill the president (just a figure of speach) for parents like that. damn your lucky

 

i saw your thread about ur probation, that's tough dude

but i was totally caught off guard by it

they're just like "we're not gunna ground you, cuz we can't watch you every second of the day, and if you're doing it at school groundings not gunna help"

and then they just told me to stick to organics and not get into any chemicals

 

good deal dude your parents seem pretty rational

 

your lucky! my parents kicked my brother out of home because they found out that he smoked pot. they did when they were young and i guess they got a bit screwd up.
i would do anything for parents like yours! think of it lucky that they caught you with pot and not somthing else. atleast you no to be careful now.

 

That is what my parents said at first, then 8 or 9 months later my brother got caught buying in school and demanded I stop. Pretty fucking gay IMHO.

 

thank you

 

My dad's the only one who really cares. As long as I don't get caught smoking in the house, and I have my munchies and go right to bed when I get home from being stoned... Provided my homework was done before leaving.

My mom? Hell, she pitches in to cover my stash as long as I roll her one. She loves my pot-cultured room. Coolest indian hippy-mommy evar.

 

this dude is wayyy fucking lucky. Good for you man, glad you have parents that understand

 

umm if your using figurative speach..then why the hell did you say litterally??

 

I would too, and someone should

 

true dat^