my stuff is in the bottom drwer of my dresser along with a whole buch of shit. most of the times I forget to close it in fact its open right now. so if someone comes into my room and glances down at the open drawer they they might see some stuff I dont want them too.
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hmm i had a bottle of gin in the trunk, bowl in this cabnit in the back of my closet, and my bowl in this like wallet holder change thing next to my bed. but i dont have a surly additude so lets see em drug test me
put on whatever makes you attractive
if it's not you then do it for the sake of fashion
your friends like a certain you
that's who you've got to be
i bet you anything the kid just got dumped by a girl that he really liked and his friends were continually being asshole to him. That and a heavier workload with less free time is why my parrents suppected me of doing drugs. I wasnt doing drugs at the time, it had been over a year since i had toked. But my last year in highschool, the 2 months before the chirstmas break, i was aprently a little asshole at home and my parents came to the conculsion of drugs.
they never got as far as searching my room though, because my dad's attitude was "you can do as many drugs as you would like as long as it doesnt get in the way of your education and friends"
But the fact that my parents didnt trust me when I told them that I wasnt doing drugs, and it was the truth, really pissed me off alot. It didnt help anything and it just made it seem like more of the world was againts me than was with me and made me sink further back into seclusion from people. But once i had finished all my final projects for that semester (a 25 page essay for law and a 40 page report for exercise science, more pages than i wrote my entire first year in university) and i had more free time to chill with friends and be happy things turned them selves around.
I really dont think that that doctors advice is good.
Like a virgin on promnight!
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Yeah, well my parents found a fucking pipe in my car. I used the ol' "Its not mine but I can't tell you whos it is" excuse. And to my sheer amazment, it worked. The lack of trust came when I came home with my left eyelash burned.
I hate it because it looks like it should be called the Prison Shower.
maybe atlantaski wants michael innocent cuz he was molested by him 4 years ago when his dad sent him to neverland ranch for a day and now he wants michael free so he can penetrate one more time-Lateralis
^ya i did that too when the maid found double-wider papers in my room a while back and it worked too. That trust ended when my mom caught me blazing out the bathroom window couldnt make any excuses then.
now just I keep everything in the bottom of my ski boots. best place ever. If they ever found my beautiful glass pipe i would break into tears, 50 dollars of handblown perfection.
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do you put it in like a ziplock baggy? cas if your boots smell that would kinda suck haha
gangsta raps lyrics are all the same, Someone gets shot, someones frontin, someones a wangsta, someones benchpressin, someones makin fried chicken, and the beans dont burn on the grill. You can see that shit in kentucky. Fuck the bronx, deep south bitches-scientist
wtf. the kid just discovered pleasuring himself and hes jerking off all the time. he doesnt want them in his room cause its full of porn, and he doesnt want to talk to them cause he probably just rubbed one off and doesnt want to look at his mom at that particular moment. his grades are slipping because when he researches projects he jsut ends up searching for porn. stupid people
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i keep my pot, pipe, lighter, and cigs in my pockets. my parents search my room from time to time cuase they know im a huge pothead, but they never ask me to empty my pockets. good thing too, i have a film canister full of shrooms in my back pocket right now.
I'd be defending the kid too except for one thing. When the kid comes home on Friday and Saturday night after chilling with friends and he doesn't want to talk. Thats because hes fucking ripped out of his mind. I've done the same thing I think its what tipped my parents off. Now if I come home and they're still up, they make me play thinking games like fucking scrabble and mastermind which sucks huge donkey dick. It's funny though because I'm stoned as shit and I always win.
Why the hell does MSN put stuff like this on the internet? All it does is make parents parinoid and make thme suspect stuff that isnt true. And it will result in a few more kids getting caught. What good is that? The whole attitude is that they have to save us kids from ourselves. What a load of bullshit.
Yeah one time my moms like here I'll take your jacket. I'm thinking, wow thats nice i guess my mom's hanging up my jacket for me. Of course she smells it like shes a dog or something then gives it a full pat down before hanging it up. It was so obvious but then she acted like she didn't do anything.
my friend is the best, one time I was over there and his mom walked in with an eighth of hash in her hand and she goes what is this, my friend goes drugs, and she was like haha funny, I told you not to walk around the house with your shoes on, and put it in his trash can, I cracked up.
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i like funding incredible secret hiding places, just for fun. i think my best was this pillow i had, it was hard foam (not really a pillow, more of a thing to put your feet on) but the cover zipped off. so i took off the cover, cut a slit in it so i could open it up and then hollowed out the inside, and kept all my shit there. but now my parents never come into my rrom, so i just leave it around.
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