True story that happened to me after ordering on Agora few weeks back.
I was expecting a QP to be delivered but instead I got a note saying it was at the post office because it needed a signature and I wasn't at home when they called (fucking bullshit because I am in everyday but was probably blazed as fuck and didn't hear the doorbell). The post office called me and said they had a package waiting for me and I needed to come and collect it before the post office closed or it would be shipped back to the sender and I wouldn't receive it. Anyway this was seeming sketchy. After popping a couple Xanax and smoking 4-5 blunts with my GF the post office called again asking if I was coming so I said fuck it yeah I'll come down. They sounded pretty urgent to give me my QP. Point was I really wanted that dank ass weed so I was prepared to go down pick it up. My GF said she wanted to come so we could hit that shit in the car on the way back so we packed the bong and a couple grams of White Widow in 2-3 baggies.
Anyway about half way down the road I realized probably a bad fuckin idea to have all these bags of weed in the car so I pulled over and we started digging a small pit in the dirt by the side of the road and put the weed in there, but because her and I were fucked we poured it out of the bag straight into the mud so it took some time scraping it all outta there. I found another QP in the trunk (fuckin lol) and we chucked that in the hedge and made on our way to the post office. They called me again on my cell (I gave them number earlier) asking approximately when we were getting there, I said 5 mins away. Car park was basically dead so I didn't see plausible this was a sting and didn't see no black vans so I went inside, she stayed in the car because she was rolling around in the seat mashed as fuck. This was about 5pm so the place shoulda closed but looked like they were keeping it open for me to collect my stuff. I thought it was pretty weird but man after the Xanax I was feeling chill so I just went in. A guy was waiting and opened the door for me and the lady at the counter asked if I was expecting to receive this and I said yeah and she handed me my parcel and I signed the pad. When I got back in the car my GF snatched it and began tearing it open, then cut the top of the heat sealed packet it was in and low and behold, a beautiful ... hypnotizing QP. The aromas are everywhere and GF is just sitting back in bliss.
I hit the gas and start to pull out but fuckin police sirens start erupting from behind the PO building and two fucking black saloon cars roll out blocking the exit to the road. I am sweating like a mother fucker and I grab the QA and start ripping it up, then i'm like to my GF, "you gotta eat this quickly, put your head below the dash and do it fucking quick" so with the mountain dew she swallowed in a few gulps, then I did the rest, scooping the remains into my mouth but the fucking dirt all over my hands and fingers from digging around in the mud all got eaten. Almost belching, I got it down, stems seeds and dirt. She didn't speak but looked at me very worried and I could see tears in her eyes (maybe from difficulty swallowing the dank ass weed-dew cocktail), but I didn't have time to debrief. By this point the cops was all over the car at my door and shouting at me to unlock it, I did and stepped out and was tackled to the ground and cuffed. My GF was also dragged outta the car and she was screaming at them that her slippers were still inside. Had me in fucking hysterics on the ground.
Anyway man to cut a long story short they dropped the charges while I was on bail because of lack of evidence and they apparently lost the toxicology reports. Fucking win. On the day they let me out of the court (directly after being granted bail) I went back to the hedge but the original QP was fucking gone, I wish I had hidden it better but literally it was thrown on the fucking hedge from a moving vehicle. The weed we left in the pit we must have been fucking high as dicks because we didn't even put it in the plastic baggie, just dumped the baggies by the side of the road. It had since rained and the weed was all mixed with the dirt and I didn't see much I could salvage, but got a few grams and brushed most of the mud off. It is basically shake now. The bong ended up getting smashed on the road because we threw it from the window, it was a $45 bong and I'm a bit pissed because we are back to using roll ups.
To cut a long story short we ate the QP between me and my GF by using the mountain drew, cops didn't have sufficient evidence and all charges dropped. I know this sounds some fucking bullshit but it genuinely happened to me mid-January and I been laughing about it ever since so I had to post. Lost out on a HP of weed that day and my bong, but we got some laughs. The police also didn't give me back me lighter. When I called the police station to asked when I could get it back (funny story about that is I accidentally called the emergency number and they threatened to arrest me) they said no record of it existed.
Long story short I basically got fucking jacked man.
What the fuck kind of meth-addled bullshit is this?