Haha. A bunch of years ago me and a buddy had tickets to Smashing Pumpkins at the dome. He smuggled a mickey of Captain Morgan Spiced and I smuggled the weed. I was really nervous about the weed so I figured hiding it in plain view was the best strategy. I was wearing one of those plaid coats (remember when those were cool?) and I had a full pack of smokes in one breast pocket and in the other pocket, an empty pack of smokes with a baggie of weed and a pipe.
As we approached the friskers, I realized that I didn't know which pocket held which so when the guy told me to open my smokes I asked which one. He pointed to one of them and I handed them over. Luckily it was the cigs, and he just told me to "smoke alot of those tonight".
Meanwhile, my buddy walked up to a female frisker and without hesitation she reached behind him and checked the back of his belt and found the mickey. Like some kind of baseball cyborg, she side armed it into the garbage can about 15 feet away and let him through. Damn, bitch!
So the moral of the story is to hide your weed in your breast pocket and don't hide your mickey in the back of your belt.
Somebody should invent an undershirt that is essentially one of those fake bellys that chicks wear to practice being prego. It should have a compartment to stuff a bunch of stuff in it but feel like a real belly. Lol. A beer gut that's both fake and real.
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