Where do I hide my weed?
Um…
Ummmmmm…
I forgot!
I hide mine at my neighbor’s house, in a UC Santa Cruz mug/thermos thingie that his step mom bought him. His sister goes to school there. I find it ironic that on the mug it says, “University Food Service.”
Shhhh. Don’t tell my neighbor (though I suspect he’s pinching my stash)
Hey, SkySlash! Looks like you and I keep our weed in the same place. Make sure your stash doesn’t get mixed with mine, ‘kay?
I hide mine in the mouth of my fish on the wall, when my bag fits, or else I just leave it on my tray under my bed.
I keep mine in the 1970s, where I am young enough to still think it is worth doing. Keeping drugs twenty-some-odd years (and some have been very odd) removed from you does tend to cut down on paranoia.
Wait! That’s MY address!
–Tim
I hide mine inside Big Mouth Billy Bass!
“Don’t Worry…Be Happy” indeed!
“Where do you hide your weed?”
Oh sure, I tell you, you tell your good buddies at the DEA, and then I find myself in a 4 x 10 cell with my new chain-smoking girlfriend, “Big Bertha”
If I told you, it wouldn’t be a hiding place anymore, now would it?
I keep my stash as well as my paraphernalia in my asshole. It’s a cardboard box with the word asshole printed on the front with vinyl letters, an arts n crafts project I did–you guessed it–while stoned.
It’s not a weed, it’s a flower. Or at least, it was a flower, before it died. And I kept it in a funky shaped jar (I don’t remember what used to be in the jar) of water, next to the kitchen sink. Until it died, that is, then I threw it in the garbage.
In my opinion, the funiest response to this thread yet. Very very funny Zette.
in my shoe…
I only used it in college, and only bought a bag once myself.
That one time was my last night in Colorado for a long time. I split the price with the guy, RT, who was moving in to my parents’ house. It was a decent bag, but since there was just the two of us, we didn’t finish it.
As I was doing last-minute packing, I realized that my parents (to whose apartment I was moving) would freak if the found and/or smelled any MJ. RT had already gone for the day, so I decided to hide it. My mom had emptied an Avon decanter of cologne (in the shape of The Liberty Bell), painted it gold, and used it as a bookend. So I unscrewed the top, put the bag most of the way in, and recapped it so that the threads would hold the bag.
That winter, I came back to do some skiing, and was staying at my parents’ house. Talking with RT one night, we remembered the MJ and I remembered where I’d hidden it. I unscrewed the cap carefully and pulled out: a very soggy bag of weed! I hadn’t noticed that my mom had also filled the decanter with water to make it heavier. :rolleyes:
RT and I baked the wet weed on a cookie sheet to dry it out. But something was lost in the 8 months it had soaked in water. 
I think that was the last time I ever did the weed. Don’t miss it either.
I keep mine in the chalice on my altar. This is a true fact.
(Matt! you ask. How can a candidate in an important election be so cavalier about revealing where you keep your stash? Easy. My party supports pot legalization.)
Gee guys, how come nobody said,
I hide mine in my brownies!
I know who I’m voting for!
puff puff wheeeeeze cough cough…
I hide mine in Gamehendge. Secured to the top of a mountain with glue and rubber bands.
I ve got this small shed in the back garden. It is either in a candy box, along with papers and tips - or in this small smoker box with “Parental Advisory” on it
b dodgy
I throw it way high up in the air.*
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Good only for short periods of time.
(Thanx and a tip of the hat to A CHILD’S GARDEN OF GRASS)