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Stories of being caught by parents

Left a sack of weed on the island of the kitchen for my lovely mother to walk in and set her keys mext to them--- long story short flusssssssshed it

threw a script of somas and a quarter of dank over the fence in my own backyard, planning to pick them up later so i didnt have to cruise with more than a blunt or 2. Sure enough the old man checked the gates were locked and found the shit lol threw it away....

came home on like 5 bars and 6 margaritas bloody and trashed. when my mom asked what happened i told her myself, Molly (my pet dog) and Weeks (moved away yrs ago) had some drinks, called her drunk and passed out in my bed

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Ha ha how about the reverse of catching your parents.I once found my moms stash of herb in the 1st grade.Flushed it down the toilet thanks to all the drugs are bad mkay talk from school.My mom wasnt to happy ha ha.Backed up the toilet to.Funny ish=D
 
Swift Serenity said:
wow these are some awesome stories. How can some parents really just walk away from stuff like that and not say anything about it??
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If you confront them with the truth there's nowhere they can go with it, same as with the guy with the mushies who told his dad straight. If you deny it they will question the fuck out of you, if you tell them straight that is what they don't expect, so they're kind of like :\ hmmm shit
 
The only time I blacked out from psychedelics, or indeed any drug, was on mushrooms. I remember the trip coming on, and thinking hard about the relationship between society and the media, making all these insane connections in my head, and then waking up 4 hours later in a state of utter ego loss.

I was broken.

I ended up turning on every light in the house, ripping every thermometer off the wall, going into my parents room with a printer (???) and then lying on the floor making weird hand signals to my dog. This was about 3:30, 4 in the morning. I spent the next couple of hours unable to speak, reading the Chinese characters on tags on clothing, with my parents watching me helplessly. I had a giant red mark on my arm from apparently trying to eat my bicep. I flipped them both off profusely and smiled whenever they asked me a question. When my dad asked me what I had taken, I went into my closet, retrieved a bad of weed, and sprinkled it on him.

I did not think that shrooms could last that long. When I came to, I almost considered jumping out a window. Before this my parents had no idea I did drugs at all. I'm sure it was quite an experience for them. Luckily, I had to get my wisdom teeth removed the next day, so I was able to spend the following week in a percocet haze. Everything seemed much better after that.
 
tonner said:
If you confront them with the truth there's nowhere they can go with it, same as with the guy with the mushies who told his dad straight. If you deny it they will question the fuck out of you, if you tell them straight that is what they don't expect, so they're kind of like :\ hmmm shit
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true that, maybe i should of never lied...
 
Transcendence said:
The only time I blacked out from psychedelics, or indeed any drug, was on mushrooms. I remember the trip coming on, and thinking hard about the relationship between society and the media, making all these insane connections in my head, and then waking up 4 hours later in a state of utter ego loss.

I was broken.

I ended up turning on every light in the house, ripping every thermometer off the wall, going into my parents room with a printer (???) and then lying on the floor making weird hand signals to my dog. This was about 3:30, 4 in the morning. I spent the next couple of hours unable to speak, reading the Chinese characters on tags on clothing, with my parents watching me helplessly. I had a giant red mark on my arm from apparently trying to eat my bicep. I flipped them both off profusely and smiled whenever they asked me a question. When my dad asked me what I had taken, I went into my closet, retrieved a bad of weed, and sprinkled it on him.

I did not think that shrooms could last that long. When I came to, I almost considered jumping out a window. Before this my parents had no idea I did drugs at all. I'm sure it was quite an experience for them. Luckily, I had to get my wisdom teeth removed the next day, so I was able to spend the following week in a percocet haze. Everything seemed much better after that.
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Ahahahaha, omg, that's so funny. Messed up but funny.

Well, one time me and my friend had a bunch of 2c-b power out. We had a scale, and gel capsules. We were separating and weighing that shit out. All of a sudden my mom busts in and she's like, "wtf are you guys doing?"Me and my friend just looks at each other like, "um, we're..just seperating the power and putting it in capsules..." and my mom's like , "what? why" and my friend's like, "because the capsules are too big..AND WE CAN'T SWALLOW THEM!"
 
its truly amazing how in denial parents are of there kids being druggies.

I cant remember my first time, i think the times my mum saw me smoking outside the house/in the garage etc and she commented on it, she might have thought it was a cigarette or something.(definitly not, it was a fucking joint)

But then i went camping with my family(minus mum) one year when i was 15 or 16 and i had like 3 or 4 grams of good bud to smoke, i sessioned up hardout everyday from sunup till sundown. I did this with a friend(and i hadnt ever taken a friend to these camping trips we do each year) so they probably thought it was all his fault, and he was brown so it was even worse cause my mum is a racist pretty much.

Oh and did i mention i bought all this shit with christmas money? Yeah, my dad told my mum about all of it and she nutted out and i never got anything for christmas again.

lol!
 
On LSA, I was playing with my little sister and my mother calls us to eat. I go to the dinner table with my whole family there and start to eat. I then realize that I'm unable to swallow. So I take a few bites and spit the food out into a napkin while pretending to wipe my face. I excuse myself from the table after about 5 minutes and walk into my mother's bedroom. I lay on the master bed and start making, "bed angels" while hysterically laughing. My little sister joins me. My mother flips out and asks me if I'm high. I look at her like she's a man woman and run away laughing.
 
I just got caught about 30 mins ago doing a CWE. Luckily (well not really) I'm a chronic pain patient and my parents just went to Australia and didn't leave me with enough morphine - there was an extra 400mg's worth hidden in the cupboard that they were going to tell me about, after I was done with the amount they left me with. I knew about it, but pretended I didn't and only worked it out afterwards (seeing what was written on the Rx bottle).

So anyway my mom walks in to my flat today (they got back yesterday) and walks past the sink and sees "plaster of paris". Since they bust me before, they know exactly what it is (and what a CWE is - which they think is ludicrous). I blamed it on their trip to Australia and said I did it the day I ran out of morphine, before they told me about the other bottle. So I got off, sort of. My dad just swore at me and told me if he catches me making that shit on the premises again (my flat is on the property), he's going to send me to the "SPCA" (animal welfare). LOLOL. Good times...

I've been caught with weed countless times. Nothing bad, when I had severe neuralgia my mom got me this hecticly strong weed tincture from her homoeopath - and my dad was pouring it into his whiskey (and my mom's wine when she wasn't looking) so they cool like that. They don't condone smoking it though - they think it's bad for the lungs.
 
I owned my first bong at 16, I put it in a Madame Alexander 16 inch doll box. My parents left a scrolled up note in it saying "Do you really need this?" or something similar.
 
^^Lol, yeah I remember opening a can of dip once to find that all the dip had been mysteriously taken out, and instead there was a note reading "We're waiting for an explanation..."
 
I got drunk at a party my friend drove me back to the house. And he says hes got a surprise, some 30mg roxis and some spikes. Well he wants me to hit him first because hes not very good at it. I tell him i'm drunk but he insists and i stab through his vein, heh heh heh. He realizes now how drunk I am and fumbles with his shot. I just lay back, half in and out of my bathroom door. I wake up to find my friend gone my mom standing over me with a dental syringe and an IM needle; "WHAT DID YOU DO!!?!" over and over again. I try to explain the situation but she didnt believe me at the time.
Hehe cant blame him though... I did stab him. Thankfully not with the dental syringe or the IM.

No serious problems arose from this incident, gladly.
 
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So I got arrested for taking some shit out of the storage room (whose door was open to the outside) from CVS with a few friends. That night as im grounded we decide to sneak out and have a little fun. So we meet up, smoke, drink, joke around you know just have a good time. Around 3am I look at my phone and its a call from my home phone :0 . Shit so my dad knew i was out and i had to walk home... high and drunk as hell :D . I get home and hes pretty pissed but the best part is I am completely out of trouble from being arrested and sneakin out and comin home fucked off my ass!
 
when i first started smoking weed, me and a good friend at the time bought a nickel bag from my other friend who lived right down the street (who i started doing heroin with later in life but that's another story altogether), anyway me and the first friend fill up a cigarette with the weed cause we didn't have any papers or anything and we went and baked out my shed. it was dirt weed, i remember saying it smelled like oregano but i had like no tolerance, and we both got sooo fucking blazed. we opened the shed doors to let it air out and they happen to be facing my kitchen window, which just so happened to be open cause it was really nice out. well the smell from the smoke leaked into the kitchen and my mom came home shortly afterwards and says "what's that smell?" and i said "i was burning italian bread." HAHAHAHA. she was like "we dont even have italian bread, it smells like hash in here." i was like "what's hash?" hahaha. and she was like "ITS MARIJUANA" and i was like "MOM DO YOU THINK ID BE STUPID ENOUGH TO SMOKE MARIJUANA!?!?" and that was basically that. me and my friend were cracking the fuck up about it and she kept checking our eyes out, and suprisingly she said i looked fine but said my friend's eyes were beat red. ahhh the good ol days.

Now lots of time has passed since then, and my parents found out I had been addicted to heroin for a while and i was put on suboxone maintenance, even tho i kept using and eventually shooting the shit, so you know my parents knew what was up and i have been through two rehabs and a ton of recovery houses since then. well they just let me move back in after like 5 months of being away, and they think im doing ok even tho they suspect im still using, which i am, but yesterday me and my friend made a pact to try and stop together, i didn't get high today, didn't even take a suboxone even though i have one and a half that my friend gave me and im sick, im saving it for tomorrow. but anyway. me and this friend smoked a fat blunt of some pretty dank weed last night and came to my house to watch pineapple express, and my dad definetely knew we were stoned. when i was in the bathroom spraying shit on me and pouring a glass of wine in the kitchen, my dad was all "you guys reek" and my friend said "yea we were sitting in my car smoking cigarettes, (which we were) cause its cold out" and my dad was like "its more complicated than that". hahaha. i mean im 21 now though, i know he doesnt like it but whats the big deal if i smoke a little chronic every once in a while. I fucking love weed. if i can stick with the whole not doing heroin thing, im definetely gonna be smokin tons of chronic.
 
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One time when i was about 15 i got some hash and beer for these 2 chicks that i knew. They had the house to themselves that night and i stayed there and got fucking shitfaced. After smoking all the hash and drinking all the beer there dad's liquor cabinet was cracked open and they where pouring me tall glasses of whiskey straight up.

I ended up puking on my shirt and since it was summer i just took it off and stuffed it down the back of my jeans and walked home at 4 in the morning. Since the house was not far from mine my mom saw me go in there when she was driving by and as soon as i got home it was busted. She just took one look at me and said go to bed.

That's just one story there's about 50 others.
 
JerseyJunkie said:
when i first started smoking weed, me and a good friend at the time bought a nickel bag from my other friend who lived right down the street (who i started doing heroin with later in life but that's another story altogether), anyway me and the first friend fill up a cigarette with the weed cause we didn't have any papers or anything and we went and baked out my shed. it was dirt weed, i remember saying it smelled like oregano but i had like no tolerance, and we both got sooo fucking blazed. we opened the shed doors to let it air out and they happen to be facing my kitchen window, which just so happened to be open cause it was really nice out. well the smell from the smoke leaked into the kitchen and my mom came home shortly afterwards and says "what's that smell?" and i said "i was burning italian bread." HAHAHAHA. she was like "we dont even have italian bread, it smells like hash in here." i was like "what's hash?" hahaha. and she was like "ITS MARIJUANA" and i was like "MOM DO YOU THINK ID BE STUPID ENOUGH TO SMOKE MARIJUANA!?!?" and that was basically that. me and my friend were cracking the fuck up about it and she kept checking our eyes out, and suprisingly she said i looked fine but said my friend's eyes were beat red. ahhh the good ol days.

Now lots of time has passed since then, and my parents found out I had been addicted to heroin for a while and i was put on suboxone maintenance, even tho i kept using and eventually shooting the shit, so you know my parents knew what was up and i have been through two rehabs and a ton of recovery houses since then. well they just let me move back in after like 5 months of being away, and they think im doing ok even tho they suspect im still using, which i am, but yesterday me and my friend made a pact to try and stop together, i didn't get high today, didn't even take a suboxone even though i have one and a half that my friend gave me and im sick, im saving it for tomorrow. but anyway. me and this friend smoked a fat blunt of some pretty dank weed last night and came to my house to watch pineapple express, and my dad definetely knew we were stoned. when i was in the bathroom spraying shit on me and pouring a glass of wine in the kitchen, my dad was all "you guys reek" and my friend said "yea we were sitting in my car smoking cigarettes, (which we were) cause its cold out" and my dad was like "its more complicated than that". hahaha. i mean im 21 now though, i know he doesnt like it but whats the big deal if i smoke a little chronic every once in a while. I fucking love weed. if i can stick with the whole not doing heroin thing, im definetely gonna be smokin tons of chronic.
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man if you replace heroin with marijuana i will applaud you haha that is awesome story too


paranoid android said:
That's just one story there's about 50 others.
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tell them ALL


i love knowing about peoples experiences it excites me lol (not that kind of way)
 
Well, my parents have caught me drinking before/had inclinations to believe I was high on marijuana a couple of times. It's the worst feeling, not really.

The big she-namg came out late last year when it was revealed I had a dependency to benzodiazepines. Life fucking sucks, seriously why try?
 
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