<third_planet> The other night my friend had some pot and
wanted me to smoke it with him, but we had nowhere to smoke it
because both our parents were home.
<third-planet> So we drove around looking for a place to park
so we could smoke in the car.
<third-planet> We eventually settled on a Wendys parking lot..
<Mr-Butlertron> The logic is all there...
<third-planet> I know, it was a ridiculous idea. We were just
desperate and that was the first place to pull off..
<third-planet> So we park in the back of the parking lot under
this tree, and it's dark out, so we figure we're secluded
enough. We start to light up and a cop pulls in. So we both
sit really still and hope the cop will think the car is empty
and just parked there. Or that he won't notice.
<third-planet> The cop circles the parking lot once, then
parks behind us and we're both freaking out. So Bobby, my
friend, takes all the pot and shoves it in the glove
compartment. But the car smells like pot, so we figure we're
busted.
<third-planet> So Bobby says we've gotta distract the cop from
the pot. In a huge flash, he rips his shirt off, undoes my
pants and sticks his hand inside. Before I can process what's
happening, the cop knocks on my window. Then he looks in and
sees Bobby shirtless, with his hand down my pants and turns
bright red.
<third-planet> I roll my window down and the cop says in this
really flustered voice, his face bright red, "you guys be good
now" and walks quickly back to his car and drives off.
<third-planet> He didn't even notice the smell of pot.
<third-planet> We drove home in the most uncomfortable fucking
silence ever.
