ah shit man, that's hilarious. i can imagine you racing around trying to somehow find a way to conceal a fucking cloud of smoke.... that's cool though, no trouble at all.
hahathat kinda happened to me when i was 15.....i got high as hell outside adn then i cam einside of my hous and smoked 4 black n milds in my bathroom cause it has a fan that blows the smell outside, but it didnt waork so the whole house was filled with cigar smoke and no one in my house smokes lol.....so they were interrogating me while i was high as hell and my dad said..."WHATS THAT SMELL"....to which I replied...."Duuuuude you musta been smokin DAD!" haha peace.
Yeah, I just started talking about toking (with my mom). I got her to admit to being a smoker when she was younger. My dad used to tell me about when he first smoked with her. What started it is that someone I knew thinks my mom stole his stash (Won't admit to it). She's cool with it now, but she used to be all weirded out before I just brought it up and started talking about it. Now it's common.
A couple months ago I had three friends over. One was getting drug tested so the other dude and myself went to hotbox in a closet in my basement with two bowls of great sativa he had nicked from his dads stash. We get done and my friend tells us it wreaks all over the basement, my other friend and I were stoned off our asses and laughing hysterically as we sprayed colonge in an attemp to cover it up. After ten minutes he said it no longer smelled so we chilled and watched the end of One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest. That wonderful aroma must have made it upstairs, ten minutes later my mom called down, "you guys want some pizzas?". Shure enough she made two of them and we talked with her upstairs and ate both of them. I know that she knows I smoke, we dont openly talk about it but she makes pot refrences to me all the time. My grades are good (4.057 GPA this quarter) and I never get in trouble so I think that she could care less. I know both of my parents smoked in the past, in a scrapbook of my moms college years theres a picture of a dude passing a joint in her dorm room. My dad owns all the Cheech and Chong records and the famous rolling papers from The Big Bambu album are missing. I asked him about them and he started laughing and said, "oh yeah, I remember those".
I Got Caught, But In An Entirely Different Way... There Is This Dirt Bike Race Track In The Woods Near My House, And My Mom Got Suspicious, And Told My Dad To Check It Out. He Went Back In The Woods And Found Nothing...then He Turned To Go Back Home, And Saw A Shiny Red Corner Of A Metal Box Stickingout Of The Ground. He Raced To It And Yanked It Up. I Had A Pad Lock on It, So He Beat The Shit Out Of Th Door. It Broke, He Found 4 Bongs, And An Awesome Home-made Pipe. I Got Into Some Serious Shit...but I Still Smoke It. :H
