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Alright, so me and my friend Pablo are driving out to ahouse party in a city about 15 minutes away. We were chiefin’ out of my “dugout” contraption (small metal one hitter made to look like a cigarette) all theway until we were nearly there but stopped at the 7-11 to get some slurpees andmuchies before the party. After the transactions were complete, we leftto finally make it to the party, and hitting the dug out one more time. Exceptthis time, this exact moment I lit the greens, a cop on a perpendicular streetshines his spotlight directly on my face. Now this is where the “dug out”is supposed to come in handy, so I wasn’t too worried. But he pulls outright behinds us and flips on his lights. Now we’re fucked. I had abag on me, that pipe, and the dug out. I had no idea what to do while wewere being pulled over, so the creative part of my brain when stoned kicked in. I told Pablo, “Shove all that shit to the bottom of your slurpee.” So hedid, everything except the dug out. The cop comes up and sees it after somequestions were asked. He asked for it and opened the little wooden deviceto find just some shake in the weed slot of the dug out and no pipe in the pipeslot.
Then he got us out and searched us. We had everythingon the back of the car as well as the slurpee. Now I thought I heard himcall the K9 unit, but it ended up being regular backup. They searched thecar and then glanced over everything else on the car. He touched theslurpee and glanced at it, but failed to see our now cherry flavored stash. Welater found out that the reason why he pulled us over was because my headlightsweren’t on and he was using that spotlight - which he shined on my fucking facewhile driving - to get me to turn them on. But I was stoned so whatever. Anywayall in all, I got away with a warning for not having my headlights on. Wedried out the green and smoked it all the next night. I would now like tothank 7-11 for their fantastic slurpees. Peace and easy smoking.
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