First one was a while ago.
Me and my bro were driving on the free way, and we come to a red light. There's a car wreck or something, and theres a tow truck there, with a cop car parked with his lights flashing like 30 feet away. I see that his little computer thing is on, and he's working with it. We pull in closer, and i can see him playing solitare. my window was rolled down, and i yelled out loud "HE'S PLAYING FUCKING SOLITARE AHAHAHAHAHAHA"
then he flashed his light in our window, and we both fucking paniced. we were seriously thinking about bolting, but it was a red light. luckily he didnt do shit.
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VIPPER2006-07-01 5:38 (sage)
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Not really that funny, and if I was a cop stuck at a wreck I'm pretty sure I'd be playing solitaire on those laptops too (providing I don't have my DS with me and the laptop won't allow or cannot handle any better gaming)
He most likely didn't do anything because he figured "he's only laughing to cover up the fact he wishes he was able to play solitaire right now too, poor stoner can't afford a laptop"
Not too funny, but some "oh shit!" moments:
One time my friends Kacper, Frank and I were driving around with a quarter. We decided to stop at the mall on our way home to kill some time. So we park, and go in. We walk around for about an hour, and we realize that none of us are carrying the cannabis when we could have sworn we'd taken it in with us. We make our way out of the mall head towards our car (the parking lot is packed, mind you), and lo and behold, the bag of weed is lying on the ground next to our car, the loose end flapping in the wind.
I guess it fell out of one of our pockets getting out of the car. All of it was there too, I'm surprised nobody saw it or picked it up.
Another time my other friend Brian and I were driving quite stoned on the parkway. We were kind of zoned out as we went over a hidden drive, our view skewed by the sun. As we rounded the curve, I saw a man jogging in our immediate path. I lean to jerk the wheel, seeing as my friend hasn't seen the man yet. I turn the wheel just in time for us to skim the guy with the passenger mirror.
We stopped and looked behind us, and the guy falls over and moans. At this point we're both like "Holy fuck!", so I hop out and dump the weed. My friend runs over to help the guy, who was fine. He was just shaken up. He actually commended us for stopping, because he'd figured guys our age would have just kept going. We parted ways, I picked up what weed I could find in the brush, got in the car, and breathed a big sigh of relief.