Coming clean to my mum
When I first began driving I borrowed my mum's car a lot. Enjoying the freedom of the road I soon stocked up on indie compilation tapes and sweets and visited friends around the country.

One evening my mum came back from work and asked to sit down for a serious talk. She pulled out a small white tablet embossed with a letter on it and said to me, with tears in her eyes: "I found this in my car. I want you to answer me straight. Is this drugs?"

I took it off her, looked at it (I'd obviously dropped it in the car) and told her the truth in a calm tone of voice.

"No. It's a Smint."
(B3tatimolsky, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 15:51, 1 reply)

A similar thing happened to me,
except it was my mum bursting into my mate's house with a sweetener in a bag.
(scoob666 Ain't Nuthin' Ta F' Wit, Sun 19 Sep 2010, 18:26, closed)