Cool thread. I guess by replying, it implies something.
A couple years ago, my friend and I drove over to his place with my new bong to break it in. As soon as we park and get out of the car while slipping the bong underneath my friend's jacket, a cop drives by and instantly makes a u turn. I thought to my self that I'm fucked and should just let happen whatever is going to happen. By the end of the q&a session, he gives the bong back to my friend, and lets us go on our way. Then we smoked. Then I drove home again with my bong.
A year after that, about 5 of my friends and I all shroomed and went on our campus. It was a Saturday night around 11:30, and everybody else is partying(I go to what is known around here as a "party" school). We are the only schmucks on campus. About half an hour into our walk, we see two cops approaching us. They immediatley stop us on suspicion of something, cuz the night before there was a break in in that area. Anyways, they pat us all down, run our licenses, finds out that one of the guys that I was with had a record with the police, and all this time, I am trippin BALLS.
In the end, they let us go, tell us to go home, and we bounce, never looking back. The best part? About 2 minutes after we left(and consequentially, 2 minutes into tripping even harder), another guy tells me that he had buds on him. Turns out that the secret compartment was hidden and protected by the candy that was in the original pocket in front of it. Ironically, it was stopping for that candy bar that got us into the mess to begin with.
Right now, I am stoned.