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Stories of being caught by parents

What to say about being caught it has happened far more after I moved out then when I lived at home.

Some of the funniest stories are short but worth a quick note:

I had been thrown out of a prestigous private school when I was like 14 for drug use. My father was in my room a few nights later and knocked over a coin collection I had sitting on my window sil so that it fell behind my bed. I reacted too qucikly as I had a suitcase with paraphenaelia beneath the bed and he noticed me scrambling to get it. At the time he was 61 so I kept trying to act like I was saving him from bending over. Unfortunatelly even though he is senile he is not stupid and was in good shape at the time. He quickly squats down grabs the case and asks me the combination to which I replied I did not know. He pulls out his knife and jimmies the lock in about 2 seconds opens it and see's the assortment of bongs, pot and pills. He goes "shit" closes the case and walks away with it.

Two days later he hands it back to me and goes "sell it or something I don't know what the fuck to do with these things." That was it on that matter.

Another one that is even funnier is here:

I was 16 at the time and had an avid interest in chemistry. Now my father knew this as he had a lab built for me behind the house and routinely received letters from the ATF that his name had been flagged for strange chemical purchases. He thought this was all good fun as "boys should be boys." He routinely asked me what I did and I told him I made explosives which he thought was a fine hobby, if he only knew what I was up to but I digress.

I was in my bedroom with my older buddy smoking meth in the middle of the day with the door wide open when my father walks down the steps and goes "what is that smell?" We both freeze in utter fear, he did not know I was in my room so he yells my name. "***, What the fuck is that smell?" I quickly come out of my room and with a very serious look on my face tell him "Dad, *** and I are burning chemicals in my bedroom," He looked at me and said "Okay, try to do it outside next time the odor of whatever your burning is unpleasant."

Talk about akward I had already been up for a day and half and still do not know how I pulled it off. It was better then the time he found me weeding the garden in the middle of the day naked but that is another tale.
 
For my 18th birthday, my parents got me a really nice digital camera. On my actual birthday, myself and a bunch of friends went out to dinner to celebrate. Of course, we decide we're going to get high before dinner, and that's when they present me with my birthday gift - a beautiful, bong that they all pitched on - and because we were young and stupid, we take pictures on my new camera of us hitting the bong and blowing out smoke.

Sure enough a few days later, I come home from work and my parents are standing in the kitchen, mad as hell. My mom glares at me, points to the refrigerator and goes "Do you like my artwork?"I look at the fridge, and in place of all our pictures, magnets etc there is a giant blown up picture of me hitting my bong the night of my birthday. Completely speechless, I just look at my parents and know that I'm screwed. Apparently, I had left my camera on the kitchen table the night before and my mom had decided to go through the pictures. Yes I know, I'm a fucking idiot.

As if that wasn't bad enough, the whole bong incident had motivated my mother to raid my bedroom, a search that turned up about 35 empty liquor bottles and a box of pipes/lighters/zig zags etc under my bed. Don't ask me why there were so many liquor bottles - again, I was a STUPID teenager and hid them under there for months, letting them accumulate, thinking nothing would ever happen. My mom arranged them in a huge circle on my bedroom floor, so that when I walked in my room thinking the worst had passed, I got quite the shock.

My parents were infuriated because up to that point they had no idea that I was drinking as much as I was, and were absolutely astonished that I was smoking pot. My punishment was getting grounded, and having to tell my two best friends at the time that I could no longer be friends with them because my parents thought they were bad influences. Those were the most awkward phone calls of my life, but sure enough nearly three years later, they are still two of my best friends so my parents can suck it.
 
Rollin' for life said:
What to say about being caught it has happened far more after I moved out then when I lived at home.

Some of the funniest stories are short but worth a quick note:

I had been thrown out of a prestigous private school when I was like 14 for drug use. My father was in my room a few nights later and knocked over a coin collection I had sitting on my window sil so that it fell behind my bed. I reacted too qucikly as I had a suitcase with paraphenaelia beneath the bed and he noticed me scrambling to get it. At the time he was 61 so I kept trying to act like I was saving him from bending over. Unfortunatelly even though he is senile he is not stupid and was in good shape at the time. He quickly squats down grabs the case and asks me the combination to which I replied I did not know. He pulls out his knife and jimmies the lock in about 2 seconds opens it and see's the assortment of bongs, pot and pills. He goes "shit" closes the case and walks away with it.

Two days later he hands it back to me and goes "sell it or something I don't know what the fuck to do with these things." That was it on that matter.

Another one that is even funnier is here:

I was 16 at the time and had an avid interest in chemistry. Now my father knew this as he had a lab built for me behind the house and routinely received letters from the ATF that his name had been flagged for strange chemical purchases. He thought this was all good fun as "boys should be boys." He routinely asked me what I did and I told him I made explosives which he thought was a fine hobby, if he only knew what I was up to but I digress.

I was in my bedroom with my older buddy smoking meth in the middle of the day with the door wide open when my father walks down the steps and goes "what is that smell?" We both freeze in utter fear, he did not know I was in my room so he yells my name. "***, What the fuck is that smell?" I quickly come out of my room and with a very serious look on my face tell him "Dad, *** and I are burning chemicals in my bedroom," He looked at me and said "Okay, try to do it outside next time the odor of whatever your burning is unpleasant."

Talk about akward I had already been up for a day and half and still do not know how I pulled it off. It was better then the time he found me weeding the garden in the middle of the day naked but that is another tale.
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my parents have caught me so many times... which is i guess why they no longer speak to me unless it's of some extreme neccesity.
the first time i was surprise drug tested (prompted by my mother) the day before a gymnastics competition by my coach. (coke and meth). they searched my locker and room and found lots of shit.
the second time my mother went through my phone and found some old sent text message i had forgotten to delete. i knew that she would constantly go into my room and go through my things, even when i was sleeping, so i used to always sleep with my drugs tucked into some of my clothing. after she read the text message she came into my room and went through everything, including the clothes on my back. (coke and meth)
the third time and final time (a little over a year ago) my father met me leaving the airport after i had stolen his credit card to buy a flight to los angeles to score heroin. they had gone to my apartment and told my roommate i was in an accident and they needed to find some kind of identification or proof of insurance or something in my room, and found my stash of heroin stained tin foil, lighters, and straws. when my father got to me i had the heroin stuffied in my bra and he told me to give him the drugs or he would ask an officer to search me. i managed to run away because i was not going to lose those drugs for anything, but that was pretty much the end of my relationship with my parents. i had to move out of my apartment a couple weeks later because i hadn't paid rent in months and my roommates finally got sick of it. my parents agreed to pay for rehab but said they didn't want to be involved in the process.
i've only been caught by one other person than my parents, my the gymnastics coach i had for twelve years. i'm pretty good at hiding shit, but my mother has a six sense for anytime something weird is going on.
 
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Weeding the garden naked

I had forgoten about this thread for a little bit and just noticed people wanted to hear about the naked weeding story so here goes. To preface the story I have, since I was about 11, moderate issues with sleep walking and talking so here it goes.

I was about 16 at the time and in "outpatient treatment" so I had been clean for about 2 months. Now I had just gotten paid from work and bought some coke from two buddies. My plan was to save it till the evening but of course that did not happen. SO by midnight I was all flustered, to say the least, and called them up to see if they had more coke. They claimed they did so I met up with them. I discovered they had about 4 lines between them, which was fucking annoying, so I did 2 of them and they took me to another guys house.

The other guy was an overprivilidged rich kid so after we meet up with him he says lets go to my parents ranch about 40 miles away. Sounded like a good idea. So on the way the guy pulled out a quarter of shrroms and asked if anyone wanted any. In my brilliance I said sure sound great. Now they thought I would eat maybe half the bag when we got there. SO I opened my mouth and sucked them down.

By the time we get to where we were headed I was tripping, we were there not even an hour before they declared I was unfit to party any longer and they had to take me home. The drop me off and I realized it was about 4am somehow. So I went inside and tried to sleep, which did not work. I then got the brilliant idea to take off my boxers to try and sleep better. Now of course this did not work so I took a shower, at least thats what I htought I did. Well I vaguely remember being oily and the sun was coming up so I thought I should go outside. It was around 5:30am and I remember being in the back yard and noticing there were weed looking things lying everywhere.

I do not know exactly what happened after the shower but I thought that I was fully dressed (I only had on a pair of socks, dont ask why just socks but I did). So I get to my duties of weeding the yard. Now I was making some noise, and my father gets up early, using a shovel to weed.

I remember hearing voices behind me but I was tripping so I thought it was okay. Now here comes the best part. I remember facing the wall and being covered in something like a coat (It was a blanket) and being tackled to the ground. My father growled something like "You little fuck, I am going to prented you are sleep walking and if you fight me on this I will kill you." Or something like that. SO I was lying on the ground with my father wrapping me in a blanket. The neighbors were outside at this point (Guess it was 8am or so, i dunno) and he took me inside and put me in my room. As he left he said you smell like olives.

Well the trip kinda sucked after that but anyhow. I woke up at like 6pm feeling really weird and my sheets were oily. It turned out I had spilled a gallon jug of olive oil in the kitchen. The neighbors were told that I was sleep walking, by my father and I was promptly drug tested. When I came up positive the only thing he said was "If your PO finds out about this, I will have to pay more money for your fucking rehab. So...you are not going to mention a word about this. If I ever see you in the backyard again I will break your neck."

That was all the punishment I got really. I could not go in the backyard for about a year. My father had a unique system of discipline. Anyway that was my naked weeding story. Not as climactic as some but man it was akward having your 60+ year old father tackle you while your ass is naked covered in olive oil in the backyard. Not one of my better moments.

To this day I wonder what I was doing with the olive oil.
 
ok, so i was smoking out of my bong in my room while my dad and his girlfriend are in the livingroom ( we live in an apartment, so they're like 10 feet away). i had just loaded and was in the process of ripping my 2nd bowl when my dad pushes the door open, and stands there, asking me "son, what exactly are you doing?" I raise my hand, as if to say 'hold on a second', because i was still ripping the bowl, and then i proceeded to exhale. I then reply to my dumbfounded dad "i'm getting high".

After that, i got my door taken off, and he told me not to do it in the house anymore, so i didn't.
 
Rollin' for life said:
I had forgoten about this thread for a little bit and just noticed people wanted to hear about the naked weeding story so here goes. To preface the story I have, since I was about 11, moderate issues with sleep walking and talking so here it goes.

I was about 16 at the time and in "outpatient treatment" so I had been clean for about 2 months. Now I had just gotten paid from work and bought some coke from two buddies. My plan was to save it till the evening but of course that did not happen. SO by midnight I was all flustered, to say the least, and called them up to see if they had more coke. They claimed they did so I met up with them. I discovered they had about 4 lines between them, which was fucking annoying, so I did 2 of them and they took me to another guys house.

The other guy was an overprivilidged rich kid so after we meet up with him he says lets go to my parents ranch about 40 miles away. Sounded like a good idea. So on the way the guy pulled out a quarter of shrroms and asked if anyone wanted any. In my brilliance I said sure sound great. Now they thought I would eat maybe half the bag when we got there. SO I opened my mouth and sucked them down.

By the time we get to where we were headed I was tripping, we were there not even an hour before they declared I was unfit to party any longer and they had to take me home. The drop me off and I realized it was about 4am somehow. So I went inside and tried to sleep, which did not work. I then got the brilliant idea to take off my boxers to try and sleep better. Now of course this did not work so I took a shower, at least thats what I htought I did. Well I vaguely remember being oily and the sun was coming up so I thought I should go outside. It was around 5:30am and I remember being in the back yard and noticing there were weed looking things lying everywhere.

I do not know exactly what happened after the shower but I thought that I was fully dressed (I only had on a pair of socks, dont ask why just socks but I did). So I get to my duties of weeding the yard. Now I was making some noise, and my father gets up early, using a shovel to weed.

I remember hearing voices behind me but I was tripping so I thought it was okay. Now here comes the best part. I remember facing the wall and being covered in something like a coat (It was a blanket) and being tackled to the ground. My father growled something like "You little fuck, I am going to prented you are sleep walking and if you fight me on this I will kill you." Or something like that. SO I was lying on the ground with my father wrapping me in a blanket. The neighbors were outside at this point (Guess it was 8am or so, i dunno) and he took me inside and put me in my room. As he left he said you smell like olives.

Well the trip kinda sucked after that but anyhow. I woke up at like 6pm feeling really weird and my sheets were oily. It turned out I had spilled a gallon jug of olive oil in the kitchen. The neighbors were told that I was sleep walking, by my father and I was promptly drug tested. When I came up positive the only thing he said was "If your PO finds out about this, I will have to pay more money for your fucking rehab. So...you are not going to mention a word about this. If I ever see you in the backyard again I will break your neck."

That was all the punishment I got really. I could not go in the backyard for about a year. My father had a unique system of discipline. Anyway that was my naked weeding story. Not as climactic as some but man it was akward having your 60+ year old father tackle you while your ass is naked covered in olive oil in the backyard. Not one of my better moments.

To this day I wonder what I was doing with the olive oil.
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Nice story. Do you and your father have a good relationship?
 
the worst time i was caught by my parents, specifically my mom, i was a few days out of rehab(insufflated heroin habit), and i had recently decided to start shooting up heroin(stupid idea i know), and had been for about a week or 2, and i was about to shoot up and had the hospital tourniquet on my arm and was about to stick the needle in when my mom walked in suddenly and i threw the needle under the bed and tried to act like i was walking to the bathroom and was trying to rip off the tourniquet as fast as possible but it was too late. now my mom knew exactly what was going on after she saw that(she used to shoot up coke), and she threw a fit and demanded i give her the syringe and said she's so disappointed i went back to heroin. so i did that and that night i started withdrawing(it was my last shot) and she took me right back to rehab and had one of the worst withdrawals of my life. so i think its safe to say this was the WORST time getting caught by a parent. HORRIBLE DAY!!!
 
I never thought the stories were unique until I posted them. My father and I have a strange relationship. When I was about 9 years old my dad looked over at me in the car and said "If you do drugs, dont let me catch you." He was very solution oriented so to speak.

When I was thrown out of school the first time for methamphetamine use he was angry at me for admiting to the school dean that I was using drugs. He told me that we could of had leverage if I had kept my mouth shut and I had made his job much harder as my "lawyer."

However in no way is cool with drugs. Since I began abusing heroin and coke he lost his tactfullness. He has routinely thrown me out and cut me off financially from his businesses. That was a bit of a shock. His will now states that I have to remain clean for 10 years before I can get any of the estate. However well still chat. Most of the chat consist of "You could have gone to an ivy league school and instead you chose to shoot that shit into your veins, the fuck is wrong with you?"

He means well and at times his altruistic nature was comical. Hell I have more stories about him drunk than I do about me being caught.
 
My folks found out from the cops :(. Even though i was 18 at the time, they still called my parents. I should have done something about that.. if anything could have been done.

A couple other times before that my mom asked me if i had been smoking something downstairs in my room. i said i lit incense. she then got pissed because incense gives her headaches.

few years down the line, my dad had a malignant spot on his cheek from the sun. he came to me and asked if i could get some pot, cause he needed to chill out. i told him there's different qualities and prices. he said he wanted the good stuff. so, that's what i got him.. a nice 1/8 of dank.
 
Roger&Me said:
When I was a teenager I would get caught with weed all the time. It really wasn't funny because my mom was crazy as hell and would smack me and tear my room apart; not to mention grounding the shit out of me and harassing my friends, calling their parents to tell them their kids are "drug addicts", basically purposefully ruining my social life. Her behavior really damaged me psychologically, I still have nightmares about it, and have a very hard time respecting my mother at all after going through that. :(
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ever take the hint that maybe you shouldn't smoke weed ?

if my mom was doing that, and I was living in her house, I would be pissed, but realize she is doing it because 1) she loves you 2) is uneducated about drugs 3) scared that you will jump from weed to heroin.

her concerns are likely just from not knowing much about drugs, but are valid b/c she cares


or so i think, :/
 
^or maybe his mom shoulda taken the hint that her son is gonna experiment with stuff at some point in his life. if my mom was doing that to me, i would have moved out of there as soon as possible, or at least be over cautious that she didnt find out if i did it.
 
so last night i was caught. i snuck out to go to a friends and 12 30 i get a call from dad.. . ive had to make up a story and hope he believe me, its the morning now and im just waiting. he went crazy last night idk what he gonna do ill keep an update haha


maybe its time to educate him about cannabis?
 
how come all american dads sound like frank fitts from american beauty?
 
SS, I'm sorry but I laughed just because you're the one who started this thread! How old are you if you don't mind my asking?

I can tell you one thing though, if you're living off of your parents means while you try and "educate" them about cannabis they might rebut with an economics lesson.
 
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