that's fuunnny right there, yep..lolI've smoked in lots of cool places, but one tops the list. In a holding cell at my local police department. Myself and the dude in the cell next to me smoked a blunt the size of Texas, passing it back and forth between the bars. I honestly have no idea how he got it in. Actually that whole night was sweet. After getting really baked in jail, my charges were dropped and I was released. I got my coat from evidence, and as I walked out to the parking lot I check my inside pocket and fucking sweet my 1/2 oz is right where I left it. My snowboarding coat has a zipper pocket inside of the zipper for the coat, and even though I was searched or padded down over 10 times they never found it. I remember riding in the back of the police car and wondering how he didn't notice his whole back seat smelled like a skunk's ass. I still thank my lucky stars for that night.