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  • Originally posted by Morehead State View Post
    But you said she first searched you and the inside of the car first. If she smelled it in the trunk, why didn't she ask to search the trunk first?
    I'm guessing because the glove compartment and trunk aren't considered actually a part of the car, but compartments. Honestly, many people have said I could have said no (but I mean, she justified it by saying she smelled it)
    Mood: WOOF!

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    • Thabks everyone :,-)

      Hopefully she lives a healthy life from here on out.
      Mood: WOOF!

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      • You guys spent an entire day talking about Rudy getting caught with pot.....lol
        Oderint Dum Metuant

        It's too bad, I'm too good....

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        • Originally posted by Rudy View Post
          Some positivity for you all - mom has successfully completed her chemo treatment
          Awesome. I hope she is feeling ok.

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          • Rudy this is of no help whatsoever but I agree with having it in the trunk and I never would have agreed to the search.

            Did she give you one of those, "pop the trunk I'm just gonna check there, k?" kinda deals?

            I once spent an hour on the side of the road politely saying, no, it's not my car and you can not look in it. That cop must have asked 50 different ways, but he did ask and each time I said, I'm sorry I'm not clear are asking me? Because if so the answer is no.

            I ended up with a ticket for no insurance card.

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            • I got stories.

              I think I shouldn't post them here though.

              But they are good, IMO.
              "Sir, I was wondering: did you happen to catch the professional football contest on television last night?"
              "No...I didn't."
              "Oh it was most exhilarating: the Giants of NY took on the Packers of Green Bay and in the end the Giants triumphed by kicking an oblong ball made of pigskin through a big H. It was a most ripping victory."

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              • Originally posted by Rudy View Post
                "A little pot can't smell" lmao yes it can..it's POT.
                As I mentioned before, my co-worker friend grows it and throws me a bag each month. He puts it in a ziplock bag, which then goes in a confectioner's jar with a rubber seal. Both his truck and my car still completely reek, on the day of this transaction. We never smoke together at work, nor do I need to open the jar to take a sniff when he gives it to me. If the stuff is strong and fresh, it definitely can be immediately recognized when stored in a confined area.

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                • Originally posted by JoeBigBlue View Post
                  I got stories.

                  I think I shouldn't post them here though.

                  But they are good, IMO.
                  Lame-o, Joe...

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                  • I'm afraid of the government.

                    You guys are brave....or high.....lol
                    "Sir, I was wondering: did you happen to catch the professional football contest on television last night?"
                    "No...I didn't."
                    "Oh it was most exhilarating: the Giants of NY took on the Packers of Green Bay and in the end the Giants triumphed by kicking an oblong ball made of pigskin through a big H. It was a most ripping victory."

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                    • OK-
                      1990. I am 19 years old and just starting college. I went to a college in NNJ that is known for their music programs.
                      There was a bar in Paterson 2 minutes away that the seniors used to play at. On West Broadway. The Casa Montego. My friends and I would go down once a week and watch, and sometimes sit in and play.
                      Not that it means anything, but the students were mostly white and everyone else in the bar was African American males over the age of 45.
                      One time we are sitting at the bar nursing Miller Genuine Drafts....guy says to my friend: "Smoke?"....friend says "I ain't got any sorry." Guy says "Do you want to smoke??"....Friend says "Pot?"....guy just laughs and say "Come on".....they go to the bathroom...about 20 minutes later I'm like where the **** is he? I go into the bathroom and he's there, standing against a wall, eyes closed, not responding.
                      I'm like "****" and grab him and my other friend and go outside to my friends car (1981 Dodge Omni).....there's a towing truck ready to take it....I'm like "No no please.....my friend needs to go to the ER".....guy is like "Gimmee $20"....I did ....he left....we get in the car......now the other friend starts lighting one up....I'm driving his car....the other guy is passed out....I'm just trying to get to the highway before local town cops see this....sure enough, 10 feet from the entrance ramp to the highway...cop pulls us over with the lights and siren and everything....
                      He says "License and registration."....I'm like "Here's my license but it's not my car" he's like "Who's car is it?" ...I say "My friend is sick" pointing to my stoned to bejesus friend in the back seat.
                      Cop puts his flashlight to my friend's face and starts yelling "Hello? Hello??"......no response.
                      Cop gets on his walkie talkie and calls for backup. In about 30 seconds 10 other cops show up.
                      They make us get out of the car. My one friend can't. He's out. The one cop literally pulls his gun and yells "GET THE **** OUT NOW"....my friend tries but falls flat on his face, breaking 2 front teeth. Blood is everywhere.
                      Now the cop in charge says "Put him in the car and pull to side lot there".....I drag my friend to the car....blood is everywhere...****in A....the car won't start.
                      Cop is like "MOVE"....I'm like "Ummm....I can't...outta gas...."
                      The cops are now calling the towtruck......amazingly, a couple of the older students are driving by, and stop, the cop ok's them to go get some gas ....they put a gallon's worth of gas in an empty clothes detergent bottle (from my friends car), drive back to the scene....trying to put the gas back in, spilling most of it...my other friend spent the next hour with a sweatshirt rolled up on his teeth to stop the bledding....he was dropped off at the ER...
                      In the end, the cops did not arrest us. But it was the first of many harrowing "adventures" with such circumstances.
                      On the way home, my friend had another blunt hidden in his underwear....lit it up just before we got home....
                      Last edited by JoeBigBlue; 01-29-2017, 10:24 PM.
                      "Sir, I was wondering: did you happen to catch the professional football contest on television last night?"
                      "No...I didn't."
                      "Oh it was most exhilarating: the Giants of NY took on the Packers of Green Bay and in the end the Giants triumphed by kicking an oblong ball made of pigskin through a big H. It was a most ripping victory."

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                      • Originally posted by Sarcasman View Post
                        Rudy this is of no help whatsoever but I agree with having it in the trunk and I never would have agreed to the search.

                        Did she give you one of those, "pop the trunk I'm just gonna check there, k?" kinda deals?

                        I once spent an hour on the side of the road politely saying, no, it's not my car and you can not look in it. That cop must have asked 50 different ways, but he did ask and each time I said, I'm sorry I'm not clear are asking me? Because if so the answer is no.

                        I ended up with a ticket for no insurance card.
                        No no she searched the car first, but the inside was literally impeccable. You could have eaten off my floors. I literally shampooed and vacuumed everything. The seats, the rug. Wiped down the dashboard and steering wheel. My baby was shiny. She didn't find not one bud. She still smelled it. Why? The ****ing trunk. So because she justified the search because she could smell it, she didn't even ask me, all she said was "pop the trunk" and i'm like .... ****.
                        Mood: WOOF!

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                        • Originally posted by JoeBigBlue View Post
                          OK-
                          1990. I am 19 years old and just starting college. I went to a college in NNJ that is known for their music programs.
                          There was a bar in Paterson 2 minutes away that the seniors used to play at. On West Broadway. The Casa Montego. My friends and I would go down once a week and watch, and sometimes sit in and play.
                          Not that it means anything, but the students were mostly white and everyone else in the bar was African American males over the age of 45.
                          One time we are sitting at the bar nursing Miller Genuine Drafts....guy says to my friend: "Smoke?"....friend says "I ain't got any sorry." Guy says "Do you want to smoke??"....Friend says "Pot?"....guy just laughs and say "Come on".....they go to the bathroom...about 20 minutes later I'm like where the **** is he? I go into the bathroom and he's there, standing against a wall, eyes closed, not responding.
                          I'm like "****" and grab him and my other friend and go outside to my friends car (1981 Dodge Omni).....there's a towing truck ready to take it....I'm like "No no please.....my friend needs to go to the ER".....guy is like "Gimmee $20"....I did ....he left....we get in the car......now the other friend starts lighting one up....I'm driving his car....the other guy is passed out....I'm just trying to get to the highway before local town cops see this....sure enough, 10 feet from the entrance ramp to the highway...cop pulls us over with the lights and siren and everything....
                          He says "License and registration."....I'm like "Here's my license but it's not my car" he's like "Who's car is it?" ...I say "My friend is sick" pointing to my stoned to bejesus friend in the back seat.
                          Cop puts his flashlight to my friend's face and starts yelling "Hello? Hello??"......no response.
                          Cop gets on his walkie talkie and calls for backup. In about 30 seconds 10 other cops show up.
                          They make us get out of the car. My one friend can't. He's out. The one cop literally pulls his gun and yells "GET THE **** OUT NOW"....my friend tries but falls flat on his face, breaking 2 front teeth. Blood is everywhere.
                          Now the cop in charge says "Put him in the car and pull to side lot there".....I drag my friend to the car....blood is everywhere...****in A....the car won't start.
                          Cop is like "MOVE"....I'm like "Ummm....I can't...outta gas...."
                          The cops are now calling the towtruck......amazingly, a couple of the older students are driving by, and stop, the cop ok's them to go get some gas ....they put a gallon's worth of gas in an empty clothes detergent bottle (from my friends car), drive back to the scene....trying to put the gas back in, spilling most of it...my other friend spent the next hour with a sweatshirt rolled up on his teeth to stop the bledding....he was dropped off at the ER...
                          In the end, the cops did not arrest us. But it was the first of many harrowing "adventures" with such circumstances.
                          On the way home, my friend had another blunt hidden in his underwear....lit it up just before we got home....
                          Holy ****, this sounds like a movie.

                          This is *technically* my second offense, but my first one, the cops let me go lmao. He was nice. Ain't too often you see a cop tell a black chick to scram after she gives him a dub. I was with my friend, and he called for back up and the back up and my friend were ****ing flirting lol..ugh. Anyway, we get pulled over. Evause we were waiting at a 7/11 and the drug dealer was taking HIS SWEET *** TIME. This was two Christmas Eve's ago. The guy finally came, gave us the ****, and we pulled off. As soon as we did, boom..here come the narcs. Lmao they had the DUMBEST reason for pulling me. The said my top light wasn't bright enough whenever I came to a stop (but I knew that was a lie cause I got my car inspected the day before). So the weed at the time was in my bra and he searched my car (he didn't ask to go in the trunk tho) then he pulls me aside and is pike "look I saw y'all camping out for a while and some guy pulls up, what's going on"

                          MY DUMBASS GIVES HIM THE WEED. I could have just told him that was my cousin but anyway I guess he really appreciated my honesty and was like now i'm not gonna charge ya, but if you do this again I have no choice..i'm like OK SORRY OFFICER.


                          i'm thankful I didn't get in trouble
                          Mood: WOOF!

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                          • Originally posted by Rudy View Post
                            No no she searched the car first, but the inside was literally impeccable. You could have eaten off my floors. I literally shampooed and vacuumed everything. The seats, the rug. Wiped down the dashboard and steering wheel. My baby was shiny. She didn't find not one bud. She still smelled it. Why? The ****ing trunk. So because she justified the search because she could smell it, she didn't even ask me, all she said was "pop the trunk" and i'm like .... ****.
                            I see. That sucks royally.

                            Sorry about that and glad it's behind you.

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                            • Story #2:

                              Late 1990's I played in a band on a cruise ship, which sailed to ports of call in the caribbean, one of them being Jamaica.
                              Now some of you have probably been to Jamaica. If so, most likely you haven't really seen the "real" Jamaica; it's not like the resorts most tourists have been too. It's very impoverished, looks like a war zone, and is downright dangerous.
                              My room mate on the ship, who was also in the band, was a wake and bake kinda guy. After we we hit Jamaica a couple of times, he tells me with a big smile that he knows where he can get some "real stuff".
                              The day comes when we dock there again. He asks me to come along. Sure, what could possibly happen?......
                              We get off the boat and get into a "cab"....the oldest, rusty, broken down vehicle you ever saw. Away we go.....we drive through places described above; real nasty neighborhoods, people walking up to the cab, banging on the hood, I think someone threw a bottle at us....cab driver says "No worries mon...". I'm like "****".
                              We finally get onto a dirt road for a while, then the cab driver turns into the jungle. We are now driving through the jungles of Jamaica over rocks and branches in a rusted out cab. We must've drove for at least 20 minutes this way. I'm thinking "no way this ends well". Eventually, we stop in front of a small clearing and I can see an iron gate, behind which there is a guy with a MACHINE GUN. Cab driver again: "No worries mon."
                              He gets out, talks to the guy, the gate opens, we drive in. After a minute, we pull into a large clearing where there is a huge mansion, all white, surrounded by guys with guns. Now I turn to the room mate and say "What the **** are we doing???" He says wait here. He and the cab driver get out and are escorted into the mansion.
                              Now I'm sitting there in a rusted out cab in the middle of the jungles of Jamaica where it's 110 degrees surrounded by guys with guns. It was one of those times where you say to yourself "Ok, so THIS is how I'm going to die."
                              Finally, they come back out. My guy is carrying a bag of weed the size of a pillow. A large pillow. Away we go.
                              I turn to him and say "How the **** are you gonna get that on the boat??".....yep..."No worries mon".
                              We get back to the dirt road and stop. Cab driver gets out and opens the trunk. I'm like "Ok, now we're going to die." He tells us to get out of the cab with the weed. He gets out a plank of wood. Tells us to give him the weed. He puts it on the ground, the wood over it, and then backs the cab over the wood. Gets out, folds the bag in half, rolls over the wood again. Does this about a dozen times. Finally, the bag is now the size of a cell phone. We drive back to port.
                              I say to my room mate "I'm getting on first; no way you're making it through security." They had dogs sniffing and everything. Amazingly, he makes it.

                              Now, we go back to the room. He fills the bathroom sink with water and soaks the bag of weed for an hour or so. Then, he drains it out and puts on a hair dryer on low on the bag for another 20 minutes. The ****ing bag puffed back up to it's original size. He's laughing deliriously. I can't believe I'm alive, can't believe what I just saw with this bag.
                              I think he wound up selling a bunch to other crew members on the boat. But man he was in his glory.

                              And yes, the **** was good......
                              "Sir, I was wondering: did you happen to catch the professional football contest on television last night?"
                              "No...I didn't."
                              "Oh it was most exhilarating: the Giants of NY took on the Packers of Green Bay and in the end the Giants triumphed by kicking an oblong ball made of pigskin through a big H. It was a most ripping victory."

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                              • Don't know why we are still dwelling on this. We have established that Rudy is a criminal and nothing we say can change it.

                                I'm happy to have an ex con in my sphere. We all should. Everyone deserves a second chance.
                                Admit nothing. Deny everything. Make counter accusations.

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