Artificial Emotion
Bluelighter
HOT BOXING OUR COMPANY TRUCK, stuck in traffic in the Lincoln tunnel going into NYC. Mind you we were fuckin baked off our ass, and NYPD can search commercial trucks at random, so as we exit the tunnel we are flagged down by police to submit to a search. We stopped, cop knocked on the window, my idiot friend rolled it down (figured it was better than speeding away, i guess), and a MASSIVE gust of pot smoke shot directly in the cops face. HE CAUGHED, SMILED, and said "do you have any grenades, bazookas, c4 explosives or any explosives for that matter?" AND WE LAUGHED UNCONTROLLABLY IN HIS FACE. I eventually after 10 seconds or so said we didn't, and the cop said "good luck not dying behind the wheel, bye!" and we drove off.
I find that hard to believe.