Inspired by Vardizzle's Blog:

A few years back when I was in college, I was over at my friend Adam's house with some other people. We were all drunk and high on a Tuesday night, doing the ususal shit that college students do. That's when someone had the bright idea to set off some fireworks at around midnight.

Adam's roommates, Tommy, Abe, and Aaron were all there, plus two girls, Jenny and Carrie (I haven't changed any names, becuase it's not like it matters). Abe is too stoned to participate in the fireworks show, so he goes upstairs to pass out. Plus, Abe had to be at work at 9am the next morning.  Meanwhile, the rest of us go out into the back yard and start setting them off. Of course, Jenny and Carrie start doing what all drunk girls do when they are amused... SCREAM! Actually, it was more like ear-piercing shreiks. Every time we set off a firework, or especially if they lit one themselves, they would shreik like they were being raped without lube by a 10" steel cock. Tommy's dog, Jack, was also going ape shit, barking his head off. We didn't care though, becuase we were having fun.

Fast forward a couple of hours later, Tommy and Aaron have gone to bed. Now it's just me, Adam, Jenny and Carrie playing Tiger Woods 2004 (I told you this was a few years ago). That's when we hear a knock on the glass door that leads into the back yard. I almost shit my pants when I realize, while trying to see into the darkness that is on the other side of the glass, that it's two cops knocking on the door. Adam gets up and opens the door, and the one of the girls turns off the TV.

Adam: "Hey, what's going on?"

Cop: "We had a report of some screaming in this area, are there any problems here?"

We all realize what happened, so then we explain that we were setting off fireworks, and that we were sorry, blah blah blah. The cop isn't amused.

That's when the cop asks if he can come in.

What are we supposed to say... no?

The two cops come in and walk around the living room for a minute. There's awkward silence as we all sit there, waiting for them to leave so we can get back to our previously happy college stoner lives.

Then the cop says: "Whose bong is that?"

Shit.

The bong belonged to Adams friend and roommate Abe, the one who passed out before the fireworks and had to be at work early in the morning.

He asked him again, and Adam told him whose it was.

The cop asked if we had smoked, and of course, we all lied and said no, just drinking.

Then the cop asked if Abe was home..... what were we supposed to do? Lie? We were scared shitless.

The cops go upstairs, wake Abe up, and arrest him. He was so stoned it took them several minutes to get him up. They took his ass out in handcuffs.

Since Adam allowed the cops to come in, then he admited who owned the bong, I guess the cops technically had the right to do what they did.

Naturally Abe was pissed at Adam, but seriously, would you have handled it differently not having any time to think or react to what was happening?

Yeah, they were pissed because they were called to check out a noise complaint, but damn, those cops were assholes.