She Knew the Password!

Old buddy who was a Narc and our wives went to see Cheech and Chong. We both had kind of long hair, wearing leather jackets sitting next to theater wall. 2 guys come in, sit down in front of us, one turns around to look at us, he bumps his buddy, buddy who opens his jacket, pulls oit a joint and lights it up. I looked at Robert who had a big smile on his face. Robert pulls out his badge and lays it on the guys shoulder and says," Put it out boy", I laughed as hard as when the movie came on.
Me and some friends were hanging out at a bar, sitting in a booth. About 6 of us, including one young lady that was an officer in the neighboring town's police force. Guy comes up to the table and for some reason, instead of asking the guys on the ends of the booth, he asks the guy in the middle back if he wants to buy some weed. He even quickly flashes us a glimpse of his "product". Under the table, the officer passed her wallet, with badge, to the potential "customer". He asked how much while opening the wallet to display the shiny tin. The guy goes white, his eyes get as big as saucers and he starts to stutter. Finally he gets out, "I'll flush it! I'll flush it!" and starts off at a rapid clip towards the bathrooms. We all have a big laugh and go back to insulting each other and generally having a good time. After a while, we decide to leave and go home. As we're walking to the door, the herbal entrepreneur comes up to the last of us in line and begins to apologize. "I didn't know he was a cop!" Since it was her he approached, she pulled out her wallet, flashed her badge and said, "I'm his partner." He immediately began to backpedal away while loudly proclaiming, "I flushed it! I flushed it!" We still laugh about it.:D
 
Quite a few people hear "Cheech and Chong" and immediately think drug or off-color humor, but they had lots of stuff that was neither, it was just clean comedy. This is one of my favorites:[ame]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDEbSGiWx-I[/ame]
 
A friend and I went to see Aerosmith and placed ourselves standing down front as was the fashion in that day (early 70's) when there was no seating in the coliseum on the main floor, just in the balconies. We had our reasons and tended more to alcohol than weed. When the lights went down and the band began to take the stage the pot smoke started to come up. We were about 10 feet from the stage and packed in like sardines. We weren't military or police looking types so when the freak standing next to us passed a big doobie on down the line after taking a big hit and tried to hand it to my buddy, he politely refused. The guy grinned and said, "you guys aren't narcs, are you?" My buddy said, "Wanna see my badge?". We suddenly found we had plenty of elbow room around us and for most of the rest of the show . . . .
 
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