Po po stories?

I think the OP of this thread was more concerned about grow op busts, but I'll tell my small stories like everyone else is doing.

One night I passed out at a friend's house and woke up at like 2 AM and left. On my way home got busted at a road block b/c I had some stinky buds. Totally caught off guard, no idea wtf to do really. Dumb ass cops thought I had a gun in my glove box(which I didn't) when I went to hand them my registration. So they yell "Let me see your hands." About half a dozen cops surround the vehicle and get me out and take me to the back, and ask where my marijuana is. I told them where it was, b/c I knew it was all downhill from there. It was a small amount, so they gave me 6 months probation.

Six month later, before my court date from the first charge, I'm drunk as shit and trying to roll a blunt at a nearby park that I always go to. Only thing is I don't always go drunk, late at night, after hours. So a cop pulls in, and I try to just leave. He gets out and says "Stop!." So I threw my blunt on the floor and stuffed my bag between the seat. He asked what I was doing and I said "making a phone call." And he asked what drugs I had on me. I showed him my cigar pack and said that was it. He said "don't bullshit me, I'll get the dogs." So I hand him my bag and my heart is pounding b/c of the previous charge. The cop looks at my weed and asks why I'm smoking, like don't you know better than that. I said "yes sir" and was very polite. He asked if I'd been drinking, which I lied about and told him no. Then he proceeds to throw my weed on the ground and stomps it into the dirt with his boots. Looks up at me and says "you just came a gnat's ass away from going to jail." Gets in his car and follows me to my road.

After that I realized how stupid I was, and just quit carrying it with me.

Oh btw, I still had that blunt in the floorboard when I got home. I finished rolling it and smoked it to calm me down. Next day, I went and picked up my dirty weed off the ground too.

RooringTwenties said:

Damn man, thats rough. I don't know what I would do if that happened to me

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just shut up...SHUT UP..tell them to talk to your lawyer if they want any info..

I got busted for Minocycline at school my senior year... I was taking it to keep me from developing horrible abscesses on my face, but they didn't care- even though the drug couldn't be abused unless you were trying to commit suicide. I still have some around here somewhere- two pills a day for a week will turn your skin into a dry marble surface and it lose something like 80% of it's ability to keep off UV; resulting in easy sunburns and supersensitivty to light.

Anyway They found my prescription bottle of cycline and used thta as an excuse to search my car. I told them; no, you can't- that's against the law, you do not have probable cause, and I have no obligation to speak further with you, s' what i told them.

I opened it, got my title out... the officer was just about to get in the driver side door as i did this; so I ran around fast, slammed it shut before he could get in, and locked it with my keypad.

I then proceeded to legally sell the car to my best friend for three dollars. He drove it off while the dumb rentacop stood there angry. I filled out all the paperwork- which i just happened to have because said friend's parents are car dealers; and even took my plate off.

heh... there was nothign in the car but hey good practice.

my friend called and said he'd be here to pick me up in 30 seconds he was turning the corner. I walk outside to wait and i see a cop pull around the corner infront of my friend and for some reason the coppers said i looked suspicious so they searched me and ran my license.
During the search they found my medical marijuana recommend. They gave me so much shit, saying it should be illegal and anyone can make the recommends up on their computers. This is mission viejo california, the 2nd safest city in america btw, cops have nothing to do here.
So they proceed to find a half gram of the best L.A. kush i'd ever seen in my pocket. I had been saving that nug for a while to smoke on a special occassion which made it that much worse. The cops did everything they could to try to bust me, they called the dr trying to verify my use, they found out i was on probation after running my background and called my probation officer and his superiors.
Long story short they took my kush but left me free to walk. They said i could come get the herbs from the station but it would take about 3 months of court hearings and so on....
I was over that.
Moral of the story is wait inside for your friends to pick you up.

oh yeah and my friend he just drove by and acted like he didnt know me hahaha

I have to agree with others on this tread that it is not a good idea to scare yourself with these stories. But its like a car accident, I just can't quit reading them. And there are some good ones here, and a couple bad ones. So I thought I would chime in with alittle story of my own.

I was back in college. Selling alittle pot here and there. Then turned in to more then just alittle. Started selling alittle blow too (I know, and don't even touch the shit anymore). I was living with my girlfriend (now my wife), and didn't like alot of traffic at our place. It wasn't college housing. So I would meet people. Meet a couple people down behind this mall in town, on a back road. They were hanging out and I was getting some pot together and some blow. Only had 8 balls cut up, and they wanted just a fucking gram. So I just tried to eye it up. My car door was open, and I looked out and saw a cop pull up. My arms went numb. Had the blow on a CD cover and just threw it down on the passenger side floor and grabed my soda and tried to look calm. They were playing hacky sack, which helped the situation. And my wife and another girl was there as well, which helped more. Looked like a couple high school kids hanging out. The cop was a woman, which helped even more. She made the comment that we were just looking for a place to party. We all just laughed and said not here. She asked if she looked in my car if she would find beer. We laughed harder and said we couldn't find any yet with some other banter that made her laugh (it was still daytime). Then she said just becareful and left! If she would have looked in my car she would have found close to a pound of weed and close to an ounce of blow. All cut up and everything.

The moral of this story is don't be an idiot like I was. I dodged a major bullet that day and didn't forget it. Blow is just not worth it. I could always handle mine but knew others that couldn't. Hell, I'll I really never liked it.

i got 2 close call stories.....one day over this past summer...i think it was like the 4th july, my friend was having a small party at her apartment. I was about 1, maybe two bourbon shots away from blackout drunk. One of my friends (same mental state as me) needed his wallet from his car, so a third, sober friend drove us to the lot where his truck was parked, and we roll into the parking lot, and the driver asks if he could smoke a bowl cuz neither i nor my friend blaze..normaly my instincts would tell me this was a bad idea seeing as it was 330pm, in a half empty parking lot on a big college campus. So he sparks the bowl, rips it and jus as he clicks the lighter off smokey pulls in and approaches the window just in time to see a huge cloud of smoke leave my friends mouth. I had just enough time to hide the guarter in the car. the officer asks us what were doing....my response was just chillin cuz i was wasted...it was rather obvious...my third friend was passed out in the back. officer asks if there were any drugs in the car we said no...takes down my friends information...askes for my ID i said i didnt have it (if he got it, id be arrested on sight cuz of probation and other offenses of my past)...then lets us go........,

story 2, a couple friends of mine were at my came in the green Mt's. apparently they got calls about hearing shots from firearms of questionable legality. Since my camp is/ always has been used as a hunting lodge, there were shells and targets everywhere....apparently this gave them enough cause to search my 25 acres of land. they searched about every spot of land accept an on cellar hole, which may or may not have had a still in it, and apparently missed my jeep, which had a few things president Obama wouldnt be too pleased about in the back.....i was nice, and they returned the favor and they went on their merry own way back to the donut shop

thats some crazy shit people....heres one for your entertainment...not a grow but here goes


I pick up a 1/4 of some mids with my buddy and we head to the gas station for an optimo like usual...we go with peach, he splits it, dumps the guts in the parking lot and we roll...little do we know mr. popo is watching somewhere off in the distance with binoculars! 2 miles down, just as my buddy is getting it all broken up copper flips his lights so we put the shit back in the bag, throw it under the seat, light a cig to cover smell and get our stories straight on what we were doing and where we were going . When officer gets the car he starts calling us stoners and wants to search the car because he saw us rip blunt and "knows" there is marijuana in the car. He tries to pull the old you wont go to jail if you give it to me now trick. We deny everything so he calls out the dogs...sure enough they come and now its time to get out....I shut all the windows and left the cig burning in the ash tray and luckily he didnt detect a thing. They then bring the dog back for a second sniff and when we see him finish his circle and walk away we just start laughing with relief....they proceed to tell us how lucky we are the dog is old and blah blah blah.....they give my friend a 10 dollar littering ticket for the blunt guts and let us go!

This story may seem ridiculous but it is true. My 3 friends and I decided to drive to NJ from PA to get some white castle.. at 1 a.m. We had a bowl and a gram or so in the center console. It's about 2 a.m. and we're pretty close, and we're waiting to light up until we get in the white castle parking lot. As we're driving, I see a cop pull to the right lane, look at us, slow down, speed up, look at us, and slow down, then they get behind us and put on the sirens and lights, (seemed like supertroopers) we were all saying we were safe and he couldn't search because there was no probable cause. I'm sort of relaxed bc I thought I was safe, and the cop comes up and talks to my buddy driving and asks if we have any needles or drugs, and then he circles the car with a flashlight and sees a roach in the door panel(my retarded friend forgot he put it in there) I became numb and the cop told us to get out and he started searching the car. Then 2 state trooper cars pull up, talk to the cops, and leave. He then found the weed and asked us if we had anything else and we had a bottle of vodka in the trunk. he made us dump it out, he dumped our weed, and took our bowl. we then went to white castle scared shitless.

heres a story for you, its about 12 at night and my friend and i are walking home and decide to stop off in the driveway to an empty house to smoke a bowl, after a few packs im startin to buzz and im sittin there chillin tokin my trees when all of a sudden the whole driveway lights up. i freak the fuck out and with adrenaline induced reflexes flip the bowl upside down smack the pack out and tuck it into my waistband pull my cigs outve my back pocket and spark one all in about 5 seconds turn around and continue to have a completely courteous conversation with the biggest asshole cop in our town all while getting considerably higher for about 10 minutes. then we went on our way

moral of the story is smoke indoors where its safe and chill there until you can act right and your eyes are ok (visine ftw)

So here is my close call. Laying in bed one night, one of my roommates calls me from next door....where his girlfriend lived....keep in mind this is in the country and the closest house to mine and theirs is about 1/2 mile away. SO...he says that he and his girl were driving home from the bar and hit a cow about 200 yards down the road. I have prior medical experience, so he wanted me to come check his girl out as she hit her head on the dash when they hit the cow. So, I went over, did a quick exam...she was fine. So he tells me what happened and we start walking down the road to check out his truck, which was in the ditch. About half way there, we noticed a car coming down the road with a spotlight on...figured it was a cop. As he had been drinking, we hopped the fence into a brushy area. As we are running at 100mph..in the dark, I take a few spills and get pretty scratched up. So we head to the girls house via the back door. Safe and sound...so we thought.
It just so happens that they cops were checking out his truck and found a paystub..which had his and my address on it. As the address was a good 200 yards away, they thought they'd stop by. At this point, no one is at my house...we are next door watching the fuzz pull on our property. We watch as the cops walk up and knock on the (unlocked) door. Yes, we are stupid. I wasn't too worried as I didn't think they would go in without being invited. OH was I wrong. Next thing I see are these shitbrains open my front door and walk right it. I am shitting myself when I see this...as I have a nice present in my closet.
Even at this point I'm not too worried as my 'girl' was in my closet in my locked room. So...still shitting myself watching them...they spend a good 5-10 minutes in my house before I see them walking out with a full black trashbag...I knew at that moment that I was fuct. There goes my college education and any chances and a peaceful private life.
Next thing we know, we hear someone knocking on the girls door. Me and roomie immediately sneak up into the attic as to not shit on their carpet. They asked the girls if they knew where we were...of course they denied any knowledge.
So...we decided the best idea is to sleep it off at the girls house and investigate in the morning. Chicken shit that I am, I had my other roomie go over in the morning to check the status. He called me and said my door to my room was still locked and there was nothing out of place other than a bubbler missing from the living room...I wasn't too worried about that so I headed on over. I walk to my room in the back and see that my door is indeed still locked. A sigh of relief came over me.
So...I unlock my door, the kind you put a clothes hanger in, and see that my tall dresser and the American flag are still concealing my closet...again, things are looking okay for me. I move my dresser, move the flag, open the closet door and open my plastic...and there it was....an empty hydro unit. WHAT THE FUCK. All they took was my plant. Not the switchable 400 or res...those fkrs ganked my shit. Needless to say, this was about 2 weeks before she was gonna get the chop.
I knew I was fuct...they knew what was going on and would for sure come back for me. I basically hid out next door for the next day...Finally went to talk to a laywer. I told him exacltey what happened (don't ever lie to a laywer). He said..."Okay dude, $1,500 and I'll get you out of this shit". Of course, I obliged. With one phone call to the narcotic chief in town, he basically told them that they entered my house illegally and could not use anything they found in court...they agreed. BUT, they said they've got me in their radar. They said the reason they went in was to check the well being of a possible injured person. But I'm sure once they headed down the hallway, they got a wiff of the magic that was brewing and decided to investigate. fkrs.
OH ya..they did come back out while my other roomie was there. They asked what we did for a living...He said he worked and went to school, the other roomie worked...and I only went to school. The cop said, "Well, we know what ^%$# does for a living...drug dealer" Mother F*ers... My laywer told me to get everything that had to do with the reefer out of my house as they would probably pay us another visit with a nice signed entrance paper.....we had so many pipes, bongs and everything else you could think of. All of it went in the trash...boooo. I even tossed my growing stuff exect for the ballast which I stashed at a buddy's house.
Summary: Cops like weed just like I do...they just don't have to pay for it.
Moral of the story: Always use odor control, even if you think that no one will ever notice. If only I had went back to my house...I wouldn't have let them in.
Just to back up my story, I'll post a never before shared picture of her about a week before this tragedy.
Sorry so long, just wanted to get this off my chest. I hope this was somewhat entertaining to someone.

wow that was scary,glad you didnt go to jail

Wow thats a bummer dude. ok here is my little stint.



so it is the week before 420 in 2006 and my buddy lived in tallahasee at the time and i lived in tampa. so i i drove up there to see him and he suprised me with 2 lbs of sour diesel. neddless to say i was so happy i shit myself. so i decided to take a pound back to tampa with me and he could bring the other one when he came down on 420. so i come back fine no issues. and we start coordinating our part and shit and like dumb asses disclosed strain and weight but never location. so we though.....thought we were ok. so four twenty comes and we have our wreckless party in a girls apartment. there are aprox. 20 of us and in one day 2 lbs is completely gone.
how the cops didnt get called i have no fucking idea, we were so loud and stupid its unreal. so anyway its the day after and my buddy and i are recouping from the previous day at the same apartment with our 4 best buds smoking some hash. well we hear a very policey knock at the door , and before anyone can stopp this dumb ass, he runs to the door and opens it. (no peep hole) now mind you he had passed out the night before so we decided to paint the bitch with markers, so he had dicks on his face and shit written all over him. he goes and opens the door and just whimpers.....po....pofrilly! at this point 6 armed dea agents come in and throw us on the floor. an agent dressed in a suit walks in and says to my buddy. "where's the diesel" asking for it by name. he replied straight up" its blown homie" to which the agent replies we will see about that. ............very long story short. they raid the place and find nothing at all bud paraphenalia. they just wanted m bro so they arrested him and gave us all citations. and tresspassing warning. some old bitch down stair called about a funny smell , and they were expecting a meth lab, but when the agent heard the call they traced it to the last known area my boys phone had called from also. so they had us. i bailed his ass out 3 days later and we didnt ever speak about that day again.

now i look back and laugh. i was so immature and stupid. thank god i wasnt growing yet back then.....god. but thats my lil stint. luckily i was still 17 then so its off my record now that im 20 but it sure did blow.

Took my buds and locked me up for three weeks....case closed. Bastards.

LOL...what bothered me the most was that I hadn't had a chance to even sample her....boooo...tear..tear...tear

Meduser1980 said:

LOL...what bothered me the most was that I hadn't had a chance to even sample her....boooo...tear..tear...tear

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grow a bigger plant and make up for your loss

U got lucky!

i was with some friends in a cul de sac in the neightborhood i lived in there were no houses or anything and so i have a fat blunt rolled and me and three others start smoking with it and then we are halfway through when someone watching the cars screams COPS!!! and i looked to see a cop car like figure speeding at us so we all ran and then i dropped my cell phone and am looking for it as a secrutiy guard shows up and i think its a cop so he takes me by the arm to the real cop who asks me wat i was doing and just said smoking ciggys and he couldnt bust me for anything since i was breaking any laws (so they think) and then he told us not to run from the cops cause if you do its bad and crap, so i didnt get in trouble but i was scared shitless lol... and then last night i met up with my friend and we parked in the same culdesac and as were leaving a secrutiy shows up and then i drop him off and GTFO since i have 1/2 oz. in my dashboard and then cops searched his car but they didnt find anything so he got off scotch free which im glad but find a secluded place to smoke thats my advice

hehehehehehehehe - whoa - I had to take a breath for you my man!