so last night i was smoking with some friends in a van down by the...beach. :Smug: and as we're sitting there we hear a knock on the window and see a couple popos standing outside the car...they ask us what we're doing, see the bongs on the floor, ask us how much weed we have...then we had to get out and sit on the ground while they searched the car. fortunately we only had a little bit between the 5 of us so they ended up just giving us a $100 citation for the group, but i was sure they were gonna book us, especially after they called up another car. kinda intimidating hearing them talking about "code 124 narcotics offense" or whatever into their radios. fortunately they weren't really assholes and didn't lecture us or anything.
the best part was when they were searching the van, and they had my friend's vaporizer, 2 or 3 bongs, and a couple pipes sitting on the ground...i was so cheeched, pretty much staring at my feet with my hat pulled down over my eyes, so i only heard what they said...the one watching over us said to the others, "how much have they got?" "a bunch" "can i see?" "come check it out"...(pause)..."jesus!!" "yeah these guys are veterans"
fuck this country's retarded marijuana laws.
the best part was when they were searching the van, and they had my friend's vaporizer, 2 or 3 bongs, and a couple pipes sitting on the ground...i was so cheeched, pretty much staring at my feet with my hat pulled down over my eyes, so i only heard what they said...the one watching over us said to the others, "how much have they got?" "a bunch" "can i see?" "come check it out"...(pause)..."jesus!!" "yeah these guys are veterans"
fuck this country's retarded marijuana laws.