Originally Posted by epitome

I've been afraid of bread boxes since I was a 19.

My friends parents where out of town and we were using his house for parties. One night, when we were done smoking, we put the considerable amount of weed in the bread box for safe keeping.

We promptly forgot about the weed until his father came home and made a sandwich.

The upside is that his father than started selling us weed. Nobody knew he was a dealer and he didn't know his son smoked.

I guess the moral of the story is just about everybody smokes weed.