A few weeks ago, me and a few buddies were smoking up in his car, hotboxing the shit out of it. We were using the new candy cane papers my brother gave me for christmas. We had to air the mother out several times because we were starting to get sick from them smoke. We roll the windows down for the last time when a cop pulls into the parking lot. Smoke is pouring out and collecting in a cloud outside the car. Cops pull right in behind us, they walk up, get us out of the car and search the shit out of it. I had two joints rolled in the center console that he just brushed aside looking for weed. He didnt see them because they looked like little candy canes. Best present ever.

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