abr57674
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 19, 2012
- Messages
- 56
Well one time, back in my old days... I was driving home from making a few drops, it was a normal day... Other, than the fact that when I was maybe 3 miles from my apartment something started to come alive inside of my intestines. So, in my rush to get home to let mother nature take its course I might have been speeding a little bit. When I was less than a mile away from the apartment I was staying at, I looked behind me and noticed the flashing red and blue lights that every stoner dreads to see in his rear view mirror. So I did everything normal, I pulled over and was just thinking to myself "I hope this is quick". But then, I remembered that I probably had a little more than a HP of some high grade chronic in my trunk. Although, I did keep all of my stuff stored correctly for the least amount of smell to get out as possible. But one more curveball was thrown my way. I forgot that earlier that day I smoked a doobie while driving around so I knew the cop was going to smell it. By this time, I could see the cop was walking up to my window so I had to think quick on what to do, so I let out the most horrifying fart that I could have possibly let go. It scared me it was so bad, I knew the cop could smell the fart when he walked up to the window, because he did that nose wrinkle thing that every single person does when they smell something bad. Long story short, the cop never did smell the weed. But he did hurry up in writing my ticket as I told him that I was almost home and mother nature is calling nice and loud.
And that ladies and gents, is how having to sh*t saved my life.
And that ladies and gents, is how having to sh*t saved my life.
