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Stories of being caught by parents

my dad found like 6 or 7 zolpidem 20mg in my pocket when he did my laundry without telling me first, he flipped a bitch.

I convinced him it was my friends who is a prescribed insomniac, and he didn't have any pockets on his gym shorts so he had me carry them.

it was scary as fuck.

he ended up giving me a lecture about how zolpidem is dangerous, etc.
 
My father found my weed and rolled a joint and smoked it (he was 65 years old). When i got home from my day at college i found him in the bathroom puking his guts out. He never stole my stash again. Served him right.
 
well i've had a couple close encounters with my little sister (she's 12; and pretty sheltered. lol)

i had been texting my ex about smoking sometime with him. however, i was using a different phone and my sister took the phone i had been using (and i hadn't thought to erase my message for some idiotic reason) so that she could use it. then 5 mins later my mom gets a text from my sister saying she saw some text messages saying that i "was down to smoke". haha and my mom was like uhhh she's not smoking... and so she told me to always remember to delete my texts. which the lesson was definitely learned. haha

another time, was when i was on the phone with my mom's best friend and my mom when they were on vacation. they were drunk and asking me some dumb question about something that happened when i was three. i was like i have no idea what you're asking.. i was three!!! and my sister had answered the phone the same time i did. she said hello and then just stayed on the line like a little sneak. my mom's friend was like, "of course she doesn't remember! she's a pothead now.. and we don't remember shit!" my sister freaks, hangs up the phone, and starts to text my mom's bff stuff like, "why would you say stuff like that about my mom?" she get's it all mixed up blah blah blah. my dad calms her down and was like it was a joke! hehe

the first time my sister kinda knew something was up was when she got in my car one day and was like, "uhhhh your car smells like smoke." and i was like "yeah, a couple of my friends smoke cigarettes, and they rode in here. but i didn't let them smoke in here.. it must have been their clothes. idk" at this point in time my parents didn't know my little habit of smoking some dank. ;)

my parents on the other hand... they definitely know whats up. i came home for thanksgiving my freshmen year of college, and pretty much told them everything. well just about... haha they were questioning me about drinking, peer pressure and so on. the conversation went like this:

dad: so have you been smoking?
me: cigarettes? no.
dad/mom: weed?!?!!!!
me: yeah, i've tried it a few times. (lie. lol)
mom: well at least your being honest..

and it went on and they were like ohh it's alright. we did that a lot when we were younger. so all is well. :D

my mom ended up telling me, "i'd rather you be high, than you be drunk and get taken advantage of." oh and her best friend is pothead. so they don't care.. but i don't think they would be too happy if they new i had a pipe in my car... lol
 
alextc said:
well i've had a couple close encounters with my little sister (she's 12; and pretty sheltered. lol)

my parents on the other hand... they definitely know whats up. i came home for thanksgiving my freshmen year of college, and pretty much told them everything. well just about... haha they were questioning me about drinking, peer pressure and so on. the conversation went like this:

dad: so have you been smoking?
me: cigarettes? no.
dad/mom: weed?!?!!!!
me: yeah, i've tried it a few times. (lie. lol)
mom: well at least your being honest..
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Little brothers and sisters are far more clued up than you think. I used to smoke with my cousin but my younger bros and his sis used to know what was happening. Eventually we were hiding around the one corner smoking and they were literally around the next corner hiding from us with their weed, haha. Now that we're all adults we laugh about it and smoke together.

Parents sort of know whatever you admit to doing, multiply that by 10x and thats what you are really doing. Like if you admit to a couple times, it's probably a regular thing. Your lucky and have cool parents, mine are similar although I've been bust with "worse" things which they weren't too understanding of. Even though it was for completely medicinal purposes. I'm a bit old for them to tell me what to do though.
 
Once my mother(when i was like 16) found an oz. of bud that i had grown and threw it away:( After an intense argument, i convinced her to tell me where it was thrown at. Got it all back except a few grams. Got rained on too. But at least she gave it back to me. Then rolled 2 blunts just for the occasion.
Good times, great oldies:)
 
these are some funny-ass stories! alot of parents are really crazy, which is awesome... i'm not so lucky.
The first time i had been 'caught'.......

I was at my friends house with a few kids and we had been blazing outside after his parents fell asleep and two of my friends had talked to some girls and wanted to go meet up with them. so me and anotthher friend thought we would accompany them halfway and go by the gas station to get snacks and go back home while my friends went to go meet up with those girls. We leave swims house and start walking, i have about .6 of some sour diesel in a dime bag, an empty dime bag, a lighter, and rolling papers in my wallet (i was lucky enough to decide to leave my chillum i almost brought at my friends house). So as we walk we start to talk about places to hide budd, and we all agree that in your sock is better than in your pocket, so just in the spirit i just decide to move my bud into my sock. we reach the gas station just to find that it is closed! (it is 2.30 in the morning but i just assumed it was 24/7).

So our 2 friends continue on to the girls and we turn around to go home. we walk and talk and on the way back a car is heading towards us and swerves towards us like it's going to hit us and comes to a stop. we assumed it was just some older kids playing a joke on us. but sure enough the search light flips on and we learn that it was a cop. apparently there is a 12 o'clock curfew for people under 18 years old and because of that we can be searched ect. So the cop searchs us and finds my lighter cell phone and wallet, i tell him i have the lighter because i can do 'lighter-tricks' with it, haha, i show him one but he doesn't seem happy. Because my town is gay and nothing happens there; 2 more cop cars show up and i get searched 5 more times and i get lucky because the empty dime bag gets patted down everytime and passed over everytime. The VERY LAST TIME BEING SEARCHED the cop looks through my wallet and finds my papers and asks me what they're for.... I say that:

"i sell them for a dollar a peice, i mean kids always ask me and you can make alot of money selling a 2 dollar pack of papers for 50 dollars"

Once again the 5-0 don't believe me.... so this guy goes on to search me EVERYWHERE and he goes for my shoes and feels down around the side of my ankle, but thankfully i was wearing high-tops and he didn't get low enough, but he literally touches the top of the dime bag with the sour d in it, but totally passes it over! It's now about 3 in the morning and i have to wait for my parents come to pick me up even though i'm within 25 feet of my friends house.

So all in all i didn't really get in trouble but i came within MILLIMETERS of being arrested and totally fucked over and would have been if i hadn't just moved my dime bag 10 minutes earlier. pretty luckly and a pretty good example of how ridiculous fuckin police are. My parents were pretty pissed and gave me shit but i never really actually got caught with anything so it was all okay.
 
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ThatSmellsFunky said:
once i had been caught smoking when my mom opened the washer and saw herb floating on the top of the water and after that my mother then began to randomly drug test me. I kept a full bottle of a friends piss hidden in my ceiling tiles in one of those mini zephyr hills bottles that i could crotch if i wore some whitey tighties for when she tested me. so on this particular occasion i did not take enough time to properly heat the piss which stunk so bad by the way because it had sat in my ceiling for months. Anyways when i gave her the piss she looked at my dad and goes its fake and i said no its not smell it, i could smell it ten feet away. she then said no i know its fake and look to prove it to you i will drink it. she then went to put it to her lips and i smacked it out of her hands i could not bare to watch her drink that old ass stinky piss, she is my mom. I ended up heating it correctly and passed though.
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ThatSmellsFunky, I bet that piss did smell funky lol=D.
 
My dad sure as fuck didn't walk away when I got caught. He walked into the basement one day after I had smoked (he was normally asleep at that hour). He took the 3 grams I had left and flushed it down the toilet, took my lighter and smashed my new bowl to pieces with a hammer. I made up a bullshit story when he questioned me the next day. I didn't get grounded or anything but lost what to me was a lot of money at the time.

My dad studied a lot of psychology and pharmacology in college and was a musician in a fairly successful local punk band at the time. There is no doubt in my mind he has at least tried some kind of drug in his life. However my mom is the stereotypical "don't do drugs" kind of mother and knows only what is force-fed to the general public and parents.
 
My mom was looking through my car for who knows what. She came in my room and asked me who's POT (like really..who even uses that word?) was in my car. I forgot what the convo was like, but my mom told me to go get the POT out of my car and give it to her. I honestly don't think she even found it, it just reeked of weed in my car :) I kept it in a prescription bottle. Loped it hardcore, haha.

I get random drug tests now, but I'm trying to convince them I don't need it anymore! But I've got to say it sucks getting busted. Haven't smoked weed for a couple months now, and it feels horrible!

NEVER GET BUSTED. IT SUCKS.
 
my dad taught me how to test coke. he used to slang it and grow outdoor bud. we'll do a couple lines together now and then when the good shit comes around, have a few beer, get some strippers.

i mean i'm 25 now (26 come friday :( ), but it's been this way since i was about 15, tho i didn't fuck with anything except booze and cigs till i was 19. then all hell broke loose.... :D

he didn't like when i was bingeing on crack at the pad cause i stunk it up for a solid 2 weeks. other than that, we're cool. :)


peace

-G
 
Well... one night I drank too much and had a little too much Xanax.. my mom found me passed out on the floor of my room with (apparently) foam coming out of my mouth.

I promised her I'd get clean (lol), but if I ever get caught again I'm out of the house. She's really nice though, and that won't happen.. I'll just get in a shitload of trouble. x_X
 
Many years ago I had my first indoor grow operation at a friends house, I was around the age of 18/19. His mother was sympathetic to our growing and we didnt have anything to worry about. Long story short, we harvested a couple lbs., dried it and split it up. When I brought my share I was not comfortable with the dryness of some of the nuggets so I stupidly I decided to continue drying 5-6 ounces in my bedroom. WTF?! was I thinking... I just completely spaced out the aroma/smell that it would produce. I came home from school one day and on the kitchen table was a huge mound of my reefer. I told them I was growing and they ended up confiscating it. I was not happy but I had 10 ounces of killer 'purp' reefer sealed in jars in my closet so my negativity quickly vanished.
 
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