I got pulled over in Germany with weed from Amsterdam in the car (I’m an American, visiting my friend). I’m leaving the country the next day, I show them my plane ticket, so instead of giving me a ticket, they have us follow them to an ATM instead and give them 200€. They take my weed, my brand new bubbler, and most of my remaining money. All I was left with was this story.

Another time, was camping with friends for a week. We have an ounce with us, at the time a big problem if we got caught. We’re on day 1 of 7, sitting on the tailgate of my car, smoking a one hitter and eating PBJs. Cop wheels around the corner, catches us. Started searching my car, I have no fuckin clue where my buddy stashed the bag. I’m sweating bullets. Cop tears the car apart looking for what he knows must be there, but finds nothing. Eventually leaves us with a minor ticket and takes our grinder and our piece. Immediately after he leaves I turn to my friend “where the fuck is the weed!?!” He’s laughing hysterically, lifts up the loaf of bread that was sitting right next to us on the tailgate the entire time, it’s just chilling there in plain sight.