CS Gas
Many years ago, when inspoken was, well...slightly more outspoken, I used to while away the hours experimenting with just about any substance available (not including the real nasty stuff, Zammo did have some effect on me during my formative years). Fortunately for me, this was assisted by my best mates brother, who was a fine upstanding supplier of happiness in plant, pill or powdered form.

As is usually the unfortunate case, it wasnt long before other local purveyors, and more importantly the boys in blue became aware of the budding entrepreneur and his oh so happy customers, which at one point must have been over 100. Oh, and his not-so-happy competitors, who duly grassed him up to the old bill. They also came round with an axe and a knife, but that's another story for another qotw.

Anyhoo, cut to one weekday morning and the postie knocking on the front door rather heavily... at 1pm. Smelling a rodent, and being oh so incredibly paranoid anyway, me, my mate and his brother sit deadly still and quietly hope he'll go away while taking turns to return to the spy hole to check for him. After about 15 mins of repeated knocking he leaves. Calm returns and we begin to skin up again, hoping to dispel the adrenaline rush with a hefty dose of THC. But not for long.

Within 15 minutes of said postie leaving the front door - SMASH! The window goes through. Cue 3 bodies hoovering up as much evidence as possible into their mouths and swallowing while the house rottweiller freaks out and snarls at the potential intruder stood outside the broken window. Next thing you know the a loud hissing and the room begins to fill with white mist. Oh my god, freaks I, "***** open the fucking door for gods sake man, we're gonna die!!!" Through the haze, amidst a coughing fit and trying to shield my eyes and mouth with my shirt, mates brother opens door and the rest of plod swoop in, seperate us and begin questioning us.

The PC interviewing me seemed mildy amused at my state of shock and distress, seemingly unfazed by his attempts to CS me, my mate, his bro and the dog. Sensing i wasnt going to get into too much trouble (they found nothing on me and bro took the rap for anything in the house) i finally asked him why the cs hadnt affected me too much...
between loud guffaws he replied "that's the stations* powder fire extinguisher son, you dont think we'd waste anything good on you lot do you?!"

*Turns out the police station was 2 minutes walk away - oops!
(inspoken, Mon 26 Sep 2005, 13:55, Reply)