Jul 19, 2023
actually my funniest weed story was the time long ago when I convinced my extremely uptight goody two shoes friend to come to my house while my parents were out and smoke a joint for the first time, after profusely reassuring them we were too far out of town for a police presence and that they had nothing to worry about. I’d never even seen a cop car around. it was totally fine.
…only for a police truck to pull down the drive and park in front of my house, and for a uniformed cop to get out and approach the front door with a rifle slung over his shoulder just when we were lighting up.
#INSTACOP#HE SMELLED THE WEED FROM TEN MILES AWAY#it was fine#he was the conservation officer my dad had permitted to hunt in our woods in exchange for venison#he just had uncannily bad timing#we kept the lights out and our voices down until he left but probably he would have looked the other way even if he’d caught us#rather than lose permission to hunt there#ANYWAY I CAN NEVER REASSURE THAT FRIEND OF ANYTHING AGAIN
