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Stories of being caught by parents

yeah, I know a guy who went to rehab for his "marijuana addiction." Sorry to hear that

I've never been flat-out busted, but I was doing a mimosa hostilis extraction in my kitchen at 1 am, and I was boiling off some naptha. Evidently it made the entire house smell like naptha, so my mom comes out and asks me what I'm doing.

I told her I was extracting caffeine from a "plant", and I showed her the final product the next day. I think my parents know I do drugs, so she might have known I was extracting something more interesting than caffeine.
 
I once had a VERY close call with my parents. I was in my bedroom, smoking my pipe, when my mum suddenly knocked on the door. I quickly hid my pipe and my lighter under my bed. Mum came into the room, talked to me about something, and left. To my utter horror, I then turned and noticed a baggie (containing about a gram of meth) sitting on my bedside table! I'd completely forgotten it was still there. I don't think mum saw it, cos I would have been in the shit if she did. Unless she DID see it, and just didn't say anything... I mean, the bag looked pretty obvious sitting there on my table. Makes me wonder! :\
 
BottleOfOxy said:
Jason, my mom does that same shit... it's always POT POT POT, it actually annoys me more then all the random 'gateway drug' facts she always lists off
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Haha my dad calls it "dope" and I'm always like Dad, if you went out on the street looking for "dope" you definitely wouldn't come home with marijuana, that's for sure!
 
LOL, this isn't about me, but about my cousins, a story we still quote and laugh about!

Back in the eighties, their mom divorced their dad and married this douchebag named Ron. My cousins despised him from the get-go and I could see why as soon as I met him: he was a smarmy fake wanna-be hippie who was really just a tool and he did little to engender respect. I am sure living with him was a real "treat", and that is where this story comes from.

Ron and my aunt used to smoke pot along with everyone else in California in the 1980s, and my cousins had little to no supervision, and they also ran with a rougher crowd, so naturally they also smoked themselves some weed on occasion. Well, one time, some of their friends came over, and the kids all found the parents' pot and smoked some!

Ron came home, and called my cousin out to the living room, (imagine a very high-pitched man's voice here): "Michelle? MICHELLE? What's THAT I smell? GAWDDDDDDD_DAMMIT! GAWDDDDDD-DAMMIT! I buy you and your brother some Dorito's brand corn chips and some Pepsi, and I come home, and what do I find you doing? SMO-KiNG MARIJUANA! SMO-KING Marijuana! Michelle, tell me, where did you get that MARIJUANA?"

My cousin: "Um, from your STASH, Ron!"

To this day, all we have to do to stir up a laugh is to quote, "SMO-KING Marijuana!", or, "Dorito's brand corn chips", or, "GAAAWWWDDD-DAMMIT!"
 
Transcendence said:
^ For some reason I'm hearing Bill Cosby's voice there.
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Hahahahaha! However, The Cos is not and never could be the complete asshat that was The Ron! =D

Ron used to make me buy him and my aunt Lucky brand beer. It was this 3.2 alcohol content California Kool-Aid, and it came in these big boxes for like 5 bucks a case, back in the eighties.
 
Hello everyone. I was just reading through my old hilarious stories. And trying to think of any others I may have missed. I'm sure there are a few... but here's what happened recently.

My friend and I took a few things to summer camp. We had an oz of mids in a bag & baby food jar, 2 doses of peyote, a pillbottle of salvia, some blunt wraps, some cyclobenzaprines, and some ambiens.

The day I got home from summer camp, what was left in the stash box was most of the salvia, some blunt wraps, half the peyote and what was left of the pills. I got home and the first thing I unpacked was the stash box. Not thinking, I casually put it under some clothes in my room and went to take a shower. My mom immediately went through my shit. She found the box, took the salvia, peyote, and pills. She left the blunt wraps cuz she knew I could just go buy more.

She didn't say anything for a couple of days. Eventually it came up in conversation that she found "mushrooms and pot" (salvia/peyote) in my room.

I convinced her that it was definitely not pot, as pot comes in nugs and smells like pot... I told her that at camp we learned how to identify edible plants. The peyote was edible nuts and the salvia was Hemlock tree leaves that are used to brew a tea (for anyone who is wondering- there is hemlock the tree and hemlock the bush. They look very similar. Hemlock tree tea will only make you sweat; hemlock bush tea will probably kill you. It's what the witches used to "fly.")

I don't think she believed me.

In this conversation she also brought up the time I peed blood.

A few weeks ago I just woke up in the middle of the night and peed blood, passed out and fell. She apparently "looked it up on Erowid" and decided that DXM makes people pee blood. I informed her that acetaminophen, guafenesin or chlorpheniramine have been known to cause that... but dextromethorphan, no.

It's kind of sad that there's something wrong with my body but my mom thinks it's just drugs, especially since I haven't touched the dxm for a couple of years.

Anyway I'll hopefully think of another childhood adventure to share. Peace out & if you missed my original stories they're from like page 3 to 5 or around there. Definitely go read them I promise you will laugh.
 
Oh, I actually have a few stories about getting caught by the police, who then called my parents. So it's kind of like getting caught by my parents with the help of the popo.

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It was a Friday night and my dad was taking my little sister, her friend, and me to the amusement park. My friend Alex was supposed to meet up with me in the parking lot, so my dad and the two girls headed into the park. I immediately packed a bowl in my homemade one hitter and started smoking it at the far end of the parking lot, where there were no cars. After I got done with the pack, I looked up to see two security guards on bikes riding towards me. I guess I figured they wouldn't be able to do anything, so I didn't throw my shit (I SOOO should have...).

The conversation (keep in mind I'm pretty ripped and it's still hitting me...):

-"Hey, what are you doing over here?"
"Smoking a cigarette."
-"Do you have any left?"
"Yes."
-"How many?"
"...None."
"You don't smell like you were smoking a cigarette. What were you really smoking?"

At this point I fessed up hoping they'd let me go. As I was handing over the pipe and the small amount I had left of bud, the park cop rolls up :(

They held me there and asked questions and everything. My pipe was the glass piece from an eyedropper. I had a piece of metal shoved down inside to stop the weed from falling through.

What sucks is, right before when I was hitting it, it got too hot and cracked. So when I gave it to the security guards to them it looked like a legit crack pipe. The cop continued to question me and I told him the straight up truth.

He was about to let me off... then his supervisor cop rolled up. So there I was with two cop cars and two security guards around me. Shit.

They took me to the security office and made me call my dad who was FURIOUS because they were 5 minutes away from getting into a haunted house inside. He had to come get me from the park station... and while he was there the cop decided to tell me that I should not be using my creative skills to create home made smoking devices.

They let me off with a 1 year ban from the park. Nothing else. And of course, I was yelled at for a long time by both my parents.

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One evening, during my sophomore year in high school, my buddy Eric and I decided it would be a great idea to go into the woods in his neighborhood and set up a tent for the night. He said he had done it before and that it was no big deal. So, Eric, his girlfriend and I carried the tent and some other stuff on this trail that goes between two houses in his neighborhood. The woods were deep and we'd been back there quite a bit, but never overnight.

Anyway, we got our tent set up and everything. It began to get dark and Eric's girlfriend decided to leave before we started smoking. She was about to stay but ended up leaving. So Eric and I took out our quarter of "Indian Lights" for which we had just paid $60, and hotboxed the tent. After a few bowls we went outside, high as fuck, and attemped to make a fire.

We were sitting around the soon-to-be firepit when we heard rustling coming from behind us. We looked at each other and decided it must be an animal. Then we heard it again, and then it stopped. The noise continued every few moments and we continued to assume it was a deer or something.

Then a circle of 6 flashlights appeared... five police officers and an undercover. FUCK!

They immediately went into the tent and said "You can get high just going in there."

They separated us and questioned us. Eric told them we had a joint, I denied everything. I was so high. Eventually they got it out of me that we smoked and I kept changing my story.

"What did you smoke out of?"
"A tin foil bowl..."

Then later, again:
"What was it made of?"
"...........Glass"

That was funny when I said that. Anyway, they had a very hard time finding anything on us. They searched for about 20 minutes and couldn't find anything. I didn't know where it was cuz Eric has stashed it somewhere. They kept asking me "WHERES THE PIPE?" and I continued to answer "I don't know."

They threatened to take me to jail for lying. I continued to say "I don't know."

Then they got smart and decided to ask Eric. He immediately answered them and showed them that it was right under the tarp of the tent.

So, they made us call our parents, pack up our shit and carry it out to the street. Our parents got to take us home.

Apparently some bitch neighbor saw us going in the woods and had called the cops on us. I don't think it was necessary to have 6 police officers. Oh well.

I lost my phone for a year and lots of other stuff that I don't remember. Punishment is a blur to me. & I went through a diversion program, got 12-15 hours of community service and lots of drug tests. Dad was furious lol.
 
allllrrriiightt, i got a brand new one, just happened about fifteen minutes ago and the first thing i could think of was this thread, haha.

Waiting for somebody to call me back about gettin' a few oxy's me and two other friends were chilling in a parking lot by the highway. i had a zip on me (of shwagggs so it was dense as fuck and looked like less than a half) and about 60 bucks, my friend had 4 g's of headies and like 70 bucks, and my last friend had a dime bag (in his shoe) a nitrous cracker and a lil bit of salvia (the last two aren't illegal at all i know but just listing all the paraphernalia etc.

Any way.... cops roll into the parking lot and my friends are just like 'what the fuck', and i'm just chilling like, 'they aren't gonna do shitttttt, they're just looping around". so they loop around and come back to my car, park behind me blocking me in almost and both cops get out and go to both sides of my car. They ask for our id's and not wanting to look like douchebags i give him my licesnse, one kids gives his permit, and the kid with the salvia gives his school id cause they're both stupid and haven't even gotten their licenses yet (just cause they had both gotten in driving related trouble). They run all the shit and one recognizes one of the kids with me and knows he's "bad news bears" or whatever the fucking cops say. So they ask me to step out of the car so they can talk with me, and not wanting to look suspicious and knowing that they couldn't legally search us i hopped out with my zip in one pocket and my cell phone in the other.
"hey officer what is the problem?" i say
and he shoots back "what do you have in your pockets, man? cause if you let me know right now i mean a little pot we can just throw away but you gotta tell me the truth right now." Obviously assuming he's bullshitting me i say;
"um, i have nothing officer, all i have in my pockets is" (i pull out my cell phone) "just my phone" and i proceed to pat down my pockets to try to make it look like nothing is there, and he reaches out and squeezes my zip that is in my pocket and then turns me around and pulls it out of my pocket and pulls my hands together like he's about to go for his hand cuffs! I proceed to squirm (i dont' wanna full on break away and get assaulting an officer or whatever bullshit they would throw on me) and start to scream shit like, "i didn't DO anything" and "you can't search me like this" knowing that it was all illegal.

He then says the gayest shit that i will never forget "YOU ROLLED THE DICE MAN, YOU ROLLED THE DICE AND LOST!"

So i'm brought to the cop car and told to sit down in the back seat, but with the doors open so i'm thinking this is pretty chill, also kinda wishing i just gave them the zip of schwaggs cause all this shit isn't worth that cheap ass shit. I plead with them for a little about how it's not like i killed someone etc. and then they question my friends (but don't really look and find nothing on them) and they search my cars (and there's nothing in there, although i did scare my friend when one of the officers picks up some surf wax in a baggy and my friend though it was like an 8 ball chunk of blow haha).

They continue to tell me that they should arrest me and i'm not saying shit about their little illegal search cause they keep saying that nothing is set in stone and they may let me go. He asks me how much 'weight' the ounce is and i say "uhhh about 13 grams probally a little less", and its' dense as hell so it looks it like it. Finally i have to call my parents and after about 20 tries of neither of them picking up the cops tell me to pour the weed on the ground of the parking lot and grind it up until it's all gone (which was surprisingly fun cause that bud was bunk and i've never gotten to destroy an entire zip before, haha) and they leave messages for my parents and tell me that they are gonna call them later too. So i have to go home and explain the entire incident to my dad which i pretty much have to do weekly with some shit, and my mom is sure to be really pissed when she gets home too.

So, in short i realize that what they did was illegal and if they wanted to seriously arrest me nothing would have stuck, but the problem was that my parents were sure to find out regardless and that was all i really cared about. So even though they broke the law there is nothing i can really do because i wasn't arrested and no action was really taken, but they called my parents so i'm fucked anyway.

FUCK THE PO-LICE
(especially the ones that think they're cool not arresting you even when they broke the law too)
 
i'm in the United States in connecticut, and they can basically do that here too. but today i was arguing with my dad about like "what if i got arrested" and he reminded me that they could easy pull that shit off in court, just saying they asked to my get out of my car just to talk to me and wanted to check me for weapons to be safe and incidentally found the "POT". If i had kept it in my car i think that i could have warded them off... maybe, it would have at least been full on illegal for them to search my car. I'm still just relived that i didn't get arrested and didn't have those oxy's we were gonna get on me, and also that my friends didn't get in trouble too (although it was kinda my friends fault i got searched cause the cops know him and that he's 'trouble').
 
I only really got "caught" once. I was 18, visiting my hometown and staying with my dad for a week. My boyfriend and I had been smoking weed in my room and I guess I'd left the light on when we went out, so my dad went in to turn off the light and saw the bong on the dresser. When I got back, the conversation when something like this:

"So, I went to turn the light off in your room and I saw a bong."
"Oh. Yeah. That."
"Yeah. That."
"Yeah."
"Just be smart, okay?"
"Of course."
"Okay, what sounds good for dinner?"

My dad is pretty awesome and laid back. He doesn't really approve of any drug use, but he's always respected my independence and I guess he figures that if he's not bailing me out of jail and checking me into rehab, he's not going to meddle.

My mom, on the other hand, is very anti-drug and has recently become convinced that I'm a heroin addict. She bases this assumption on the fact that both my step-brothers have struggled with heroin addiction...so somehow that means that I, too, am a junkie. I've never done heroin. I tell her this. She doesn't believe me. She interrogates me about every little bruise or blemish in my arms/hands. I had a burn from touching a hot pan on my thumb, and she saw it and asked if I got it "cooking dope." She's a crazy person. It's ridiculous.
 
One time me and my mate were chillin at his house abit watchin sum TV and he had of bud so we were like lets go have some cones in your garage cause your parents are at work all day. We went out there and hit sum bongs had a couple each before my mates ears suddenly prick up. He was like fuck my mums home so we drop the bong in the corner and cover it and leg it out as we walk out (bent as fuck) His mum was like what were you doin in there and for some reason I blurted out "we were playin ping pong". Only problem is he doesnt have a ping pong table. I knew we were fucked now. But to my surprise she was just like ohh k i just gotta grab sum stuff and im off again. Im assuming and hoping she got ping pong mixed up with pool (cause he has a pool table).
 
The time I actually got caught was after a mates party I had a saddy in my pocket. The next day my dad was putting some washing on and came out this is how it went
"are these your jeans?'
"yea"
"whats this then" (points to saddy)
"................... i got nothin"
"cant blame that on your sister now can you"
He didnt seem to mind much which i thought was pretty good but i knew my mum would kill me. About a week passed and I didnt understand they hadnt said anything. So i was driving with my dad one day and asked him if he eva told mum. He said he didnt know how to bring it up and left it too late and was scared to tell her now haha. He just said try to keep it a secret and if she finds out dont tell her that I know.

He also said he wanted me to stop smoking and drinking until i finish high school but followed that up with "but i know that wont happen"

Note: the whole sis thing is cause my sister did alot of drugs (weed, MDMA, K, ciggies, grog) and i used to blame everything on her (ciggies, weed, grog) when my rents found stuff on me.
 
Haha nar my sister is out of school and lives by herself but occasionally stays with us. They know she smokes but dont care cause shes outta home and shit but would go crazy at me while im still at school.
 
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