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- Sythe Gold
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Hey Sythe!
I thought I would start a "caught in the headlights" moments thread.
Whether you were caught by your parents, your school, the cops, anything or anyone. Share it with us!
I'll start it off with a story from when I was in high school,
I was caught by my parents in the act, which of course led them to find my entire stash of bud...
It was just like any other night, a routine blaze session on the balcony with my trusty illy. It was always a risk b/c the parents could simply look out the patio window up to the balcony where I would smoke, so I was always careful not to make noise. After hitting two bowls of some G13 and afghan kush I called it a night and went inside to clean my bong and hide my stash. That's when I found the door of my room open with my parents waiting for me...I'm sure some of you know what happens then and I can spare you the details. But the worst part being, my dad takes the illy and proceeds to smash it on the patio floor outside and my mom finds my stash which had dub sacks of g13 and afghan...and an ounce of bubble gum. Mind you the bubble gum was still sealed air-tight begging to be smoked...
I thought I would start a "caught in the headlights" moments thread.
Whether you were caught by your parents, your school, the cops, anything or anyone. Share it with us!
I'll start it off with a story from when I was in high school,
I was caught by my parents in the act, which of course led them to find my entire stash of bud...
It was just like any other night, a routine blaze session on the balcony with my trusty illy. It was always a risk b/c the parents could simply look out the patio window up to the balcony where I would smoke, so I was always careful not to make noise. After hitting two bowls of some G13 and afghan kush I called it a night and went inside to clean my bong and hide my stash. That's when I found the door of my room open with my parents waiting for me...I'm sure some of you know what happens then and I can spare you the details. But the worst part being, my dad takes the illy and proceeds to smash it on the patio floor outside and my mom finds my stash which had dub sacks of g13 and afghan...and an ounce of bubble gum. Mind you the bubble gum was still sealed air-tight begging to be smoked...


















