Similar thing happened to me on HWY 99 (Most dangerous highway in N. America) heading south through the mountains to Vancouver, loaded with everything I own as I'm moving to the city. We spark as soon as we hit the road and the van dies! Didn't know it could only carry a certain weight, so it dies going uphill, we blew the engine. It's dark on a dangerous stretch of the road with no lights and cars come zipping by not expecting a van stranded with a tiiinnnnyyy shoulder we juuuussssstt managed to pull onto. The van almost got run into about 20 times in the 2 hours it took for the tow truck to find us! Scariest shit ever! We just prayed no one hit us or the van... and destroy my sweetass vinyl collection

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What the fuck are you doing driving impaired you pathetic fucks?

I hope you die before you kill someone else.

EDIT: Don't bother dying, I'll feel way too guilty. Just stop thinking you're important enough to risk other people's lives on the road.

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Scott has been introduced to the rave scene, and Ecstasy, by Craig. The two of them go out on the weekends, with some of Craigs friends, and stay up all night, dancing in a drug-fueled trance.

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In my last year of high school we visited our older friends in college in London...on the way back 2 of my buddies in the backseat start to burn 2 joints...i didn't inhale LOL jk but i didnt hit the joint, but obviously we had a wicked hotbox going...

anyways were driving down the 401 east, pumping some old school roots reggae(naturally), and i got cars highbeaming me and honking like there is no tomorrow.

I got paranoid so we opened the windows and sunroof to let it air out, dosed the car in cheap cologne and drove for 10 mins before we get pulled over by the opp.

I'm shitting bricks at this point. the first thing out of the cops mouth was "is there any particular reason your driving 40 km/h down a major highway young man?" it went quiet before we all just erupted in laughter.

I got ticketed, fought it and won eventually, a funny memory.

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Scott has been introduced to the rave scene, and Ecstasy, by Craig. The two of them go out on the weekends, with some of Craigs friends, and stay up all night, dancing in a drug-fueled trance.

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Originally posted by Capo di tutti the first thing out of the cops mouth was "is there any particular reason your driving 40 km/h down a major highway young man?"

proper lol'd at that!

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Originally posted by Abercrombie

LOL

EXACTLY!!!

We had 5 of us though in my little caviler i miss that car lol

i was with a bunch of buddies early last year and we were trying to get a blunt together... it was a huge ordeal to get it together - finding weed, bluntwrap, then eventually borrowing scissors from a 24/7 commisso's for a cell phone collateral. we finally get it together and hotbox one of the cars in the empty commisso's parking lot, and all is well...

then some cops pull in the parking lot and face into us. my one buddy smokes maybe once every few months and was completely tripping out even before the cop came, and the collective paranoia and anxiety was reaching crazy levels.. it was exactly like the scene from super troopers, except they wouldn't even look at us, but they obviously could see the hotbox clearly with their headlights. they just sat there, and we obviously debated whether we should open the windows or not.. we decided on not moving at all with the car off and that seemed to work, after a few minutes they drove away.

so we put some music back on and chill for a few more minutes before splitting back to our respective cars and heading home. it turns out my ride home was the aforementioned dude with the sensitive cannaboid receptors in his brain. we're driving along stonechurch road, and the guy starts telling me he's convinced that cops are still watching us and are following us, and are going to arrest us for being high. i start listing all the reasons that we should not be worrying (a - they're not following us, b - weed is making you paranoid, c - even if we DID get pulled over, blah blah..) but he won't even listen to a word, he made ray liotta from the second half of goodfellas look as calm as a toad in the sun... except there was no helicopter following us around at all.

as we're arguing he just turns into some random neighbourhood, and is like "sorry man, you have to walk or call a cab or some shit, i'm going straight home".. and i'm still trying to talk sense into him... then he starts fucking yelling for me to to get out, and he was taking offense to my patronizing tone and the fact i was formulating an argument as to exactly why it's fine to take a few minutes to drive me home. he starts yelling at me to get out, i had enough so i just stepped out and he speeds away in his parents' minivan...

so there i am... not knowing where the fuck i am besides in the middle of one of the huge, confusing suburban blocks between the linc and rymal road, completely ripped as shit freezing to death in -20c windy weather. it took me 5 mins to find a main road, while on the phone with the other friends we were with explaining the situation, and they came to pick me up. we all are still high laughing uncontrollably - and can't get over the fact that i got kicked out of the car by our buddy in the middle of nowhere.

so besides borderline frostbite on my hands, the night ended off on a good note, and the next day my friend that tripped out bought me lunch out of guilt and to this day i make fun of how i'm never getting high with him again...

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