Heres a good one for you: Was doing laundry the other night, had a bowl of Butternut Burley going. You have to walk out our front door and walk about 20 feet to get to the laundry room. Since all the other a-holes around us smoke their cigs in the laundry room, I don't feel guilty about taking my pipe in there. So I walk out to go throw a load in the dryer, and the people four doors down are fighting so loud that I can hear them, and I started to think that the little girl who lives in the apartment got caught in the crossfire of their fight. Me being a concerned citizen, I called the cops, then continued with the laundry. When it came time to do the next load, I walked out, my bowl of Butternut Burley almost finished, and the cop was dragging the drunk dude out of the apartment down the way in handcuffs. The guy was kicking and screaming and generally being a dick, and I tried to not to look his way. Turns out, the cop that arrested him was my old neighbor, and he used to smoke a cigar with me every now and then. So drunk dude sees my pipe and starts blurting out, "Why don't you arrest him? He's out here smoking weed and you're not gonna do anything about it?" The cop and I looked at each other, started laughing, and the cop told the guy, "That's not weed, you're still drunk, and he isn't fighting with his girlfriend." Some people... :?