One time my friend Joe and I were smoking in a park in Brooklyn up on a hill sitting on a rock. My car was parked in the parking lot and since it was dark the park was closed. Of course, the cops come and start looking in my car to see if there was any identification or illegal substances out in the open. We were 3/4ths done with this sweet ass blunt and we had to stash it next to the rock so we didn't have it on us.
Long story short, we slide down the hill and go to meet the cops. This is easier said than done when you're fucked up and it's a steep, rocky, and wet hill covered in dead leaves. We make it down without breaking anything and walk over to the car. I'm started to feel sick, I was way too fucked up to get out of this.
They lean out the window and ask us what we were doing up on the hill. I start to stutter because I am baked as fuck and have no idea what to say, as I'd never come across a cop when I was stoned before. Out of nowhere, my friend Joe leans towards the cop and goes "... kinda making out." The cop laughed and told us to get our stuff and leave.
Anyway, we went back to go get the blunt and we couldn't find it. All we could find were dead leaves. ;_; RIP little bluntie.