ZTAngel, the big ass lake story cracked me up!
Okay, after reading everyone's funny stories here's one of mine:
The first winter break home from college, my best friends from home decided we were going to have a girls' weekend up at my friend's apartment at UC Santa Barbara. The first night we are there we are just hanging out and drinking boxed wine (you know because we thought it was so mature
). Well, anyone that has been to UCSB or the Isla Vista area knows that police in the area are super-rigid and on a major power trip due to the insane partying that goes on there on a regular basis. So, anyway it's just me and four friends hanging out and all of a sudden the door busts open and its the cops claiming that they had received a disturbance report on us (ummm yeah...it's the middle of winter break, five girls in their p.j.s in a area comprised of a student population...there is no way we were called about disturbing). So, my friend, who is pre-law and a cop's daughter starting arguing that they can't just come in its against the law until the cop says "I looked in the window and saw that huge bong sitting on the table". My other friend, in her drunken stupor, comes in the room and misunderstood the cops and starts asking "What are we going to watch JAMES BOND?" This bong was not any of ours but my friend's roommate and it isn't just an ordinary bong but a $300.00 3 foot high hand-blown glass bong that he had left over break. Suddenly, the cop leaves and my pre-law friend (also very drunk) takes the bong and runs into a bedroom to hide it (what like the cop isn't going to remember it or realize its gone
) When he comes back in, he's so pissed that he threatens to take us in for under-age drinking so I, being the super paraniod one and fearing my parents' wrath, go get the bong and he makes me break it outside on the sidewalk. When I walk out side, I realize that their is a huge commotion next door and then see several cops carrying large potted plants out and I can't understand why. We only find out later that there was a huge drug bust next door and that the cops had heard us laughing and screaming and thought we were somehow involved like harboring the dealer who had apparently disappeared. Finally, like two hours later, after all being interrogated, we were let go with a warning for under-age drinking and a business card to call if we saw any activity next door.
It's funny now and a big joke between friends now but at the time I was so scared I was going to have to have my parents drive up from LA to pick me up in jail for drug dealing and underage drinking.