The crazy shit that's happened to me in the last three years ordering on DNM's.

Figured I would post here and maybe get a discussion going about the crazy shit happening to you on the DNM's. Ill start out by sharing a few stories of my own. :)


My first story I posted a few days ago in a thread, so it's a copy/paster story. If you've already read it I will be posting a few more below that you can read. Anyways, onto the story!

Once upon a time...

I was getting lbs a week of bud in the mail until one pack never came. I was shitting my pants for about two months after. Just waiting for a knock n talk. Anyways fast forward 4 months and I decided to finally man up and order to my house again since nobody ever came. Bought BTC and ordered just a QP. Well the next day, the same day the vendor marked shipped, I was getting home from the store and my neighbor comes running up to my house saying there were detectives looking for me. And they were asking her all sorts of questions like "how long has he lived there" and "do you know his name" etc etc. So as you can imagine I am convinced I am super fucked at this point. I burnt like everything illegal in my house, threw away all my pipes, literally tweaking I was so paranoid. I decided to wait till Monday to see what would happen. (It was Friday at the time) Monday comes along and my package showed up, I was like WTF. Called the police station and asked why the detective was looking for me and apparently he was on the wrong street. God damn shit timing.

Been ordering ever since no probs.


My next story is about a time I freaked out for three days, wondering what a letter coming to me from the courthouse was for.

So one morning I noticed I had a certified letter, from the county courthouse, pop up on my USPS account. This was during transit of a HP or so. I wasn't expecting anything at all. I googled what a certified letter was and I literally about shit my britches. And it wasn't set to arrive until like three days later. So needless to say it was 3 days of hell. The third day comes and it happened to land the same day as my buds were to land too. And knowing all certified letters require signature I knew I had to sign. I was convinced it was a setup haha. Well to make a long story short, I signed for the letter, and he handed me my package, I ran inside and tore the letter open. It was follow up on a jury duty matter. W-T-F


This next one is about a time when my package was out for delivery and my mailman dropped of some junk mail and kept going.

So, one time I had a lb or so on the way.. And the day the tracking said "Out for delivery" you can imagine I was pretty stoked. If you have ever purchased bulk, you know package day is the best day. Every days a good day when it's package day. Anyways, ,y mailman dropped off some junk mail and kept going. I was super pissed and worried that he dropped it off at somebody else's residence and it had my name on it. Well fast forward two hours I get a knock on the door and I go into an instant cold sweat. If you have ever panicked you'll know what I mean. I answered the door and it was my mail-man holding a package. NICE my pack made it. I took it inside and as soon as I shut my front door the smell of skunk hit me like a brick wall. I was amazed it got to me and freaking out at the same time. I know for a fact the entire mail truck was reeking of weed inside. It was some good shit. In my head I am thinking WTF just happened. Is my mailman cool as fuck and decided he wasn't going to turn me in? Or, I wonder if he was going to try and steal it but had second thoughts and ended up doing the right thing. Who know... But I for shit sure am not bringing it up again. Since then I have been receiving packs every other week or so. And for those wondering, there was a huge hole in the top of the package and it punctured the mylar bags and first vac seal.


Lastly, or until I can think of another story, this one is my favorite.

So I was shopping online for some buds. Checking out some offers and messaged a few vendors about their product/stealth etc. Anyways this vendor and I got to talking for like 3 days and tons of back in forth about stealth and tor etc etc. Anyways I ended up buying a lb off of him. And I had $600 left over so I asked if he could add a QP onto my order. But instead he messaged me back and said he would send me a full unit more for $600. I shit you not. He sent me two lbs of fire for the price of one + $600. Been using him as my go-to vendor ever since. By far my fav story. Haha



Comments


[11 Points] None:

[removed]


[11 Points] Thethrowawayyy000:

Nice stories! I suppose I have one. So I'm driving to the post office because I was expecting a pack to land. It's pretty cloudy but no storms or anything. Well I get about half way there when out of no where it starts pouring. Cars are pulling off the road and shit. I couldn't see 5 feet in front of my car. But I'm like fuck it. I'm going to the post office. So I keep driving. When I get about a block from the post office the rain just stops. I knew it was destiny. I got out of my car and walked inside. I turn the corner and there is this family all curled up on the floor in front of my PO. I was like what the fuck "excuse me, I need to check my mail." They moved and I open my box. BANG my tabs and my shrooms packs both landed. I go out to my car and there are people all over the place outside looking at the sky. I'm like man these people are fucking weird. I got about half way home and noticed the tornado sirens going off. Apparently a tornado had touched down not far from my post office and I had no idea. Sirens didn't go off til after lol.


[8 Points] iTHCyou:

This is me all over lmao. It all feels really illegal when the story doesn't play out exactly how you'd planned it. But DAMN! A pound for 600?!


[1 Points] throwaway43912:

Good read, OP.

Heres mine:

I just started using DNM a couple weeks ago. Spent a bunch of time researching how to stay anonymous, using a vpn, tumbling coins, PGP, all that good stuff. Finally felt confident enough to make a purchase so I bought my first order, just some xanax.

I woke up the next morning and had about 20 calls to 911 FROM my phone, like i had called them 20 times over the course of 45 minutes.

Needless to say, i was scared shitless. I figured somebody got my identity, "hacked" my phone, and the police were gonna come talk to me.

Nothing ever came of it, but I'm pretty sure what happened was i accidentally rolled over onto my phone in the middle of the night and activated the emergency mode all smart phones have where you don't need to unlock it to call 911. Talk about shitty timing.

I still feel like an asshole for tying up an operators time when they may have been needed for a real emergency.


[1 Points] yeahitsaburnerid:

My best one, I guess, is for the first time I order express. Had only done about 6 orders or so before, and ordered a G of H express so I'd have it for the weekend. 9:30 the next morning I wake up to a knock on the door. I know for a fact that the vendor waived signature, so I'm a little sketched out. I open the door, and the mailman (my normal one, who looks super G-man like and talks like an FBI agent) says, I got this package for you. Its express, so I wanted to make sure you got it fast. He hands it to me, I look at it, trying to look confused just in case its a setup. He looks at me and says, is that you? I say yes, starting to shit my pants a bit. He turns around, I shut and lock the door, and put the package down to wait until he leaves. About 5 minutes later, I look outside, and the mail truck is still there. I can see the mailman by the back of the truck, arms folded across his chest, staring at my front door. I shit myself - figured there must be a device in the pack that will go off when I open it. I decide to play the waiting game. He keeps staring at my front door. He's talking to someone. I figure there must be agents in the truck waiting to burst out. After about 5 minutes of that, he turns back to the truck, and I see the bluetooth headset he was using to have a phone call. He rearranged packages in his truck for about 10 more minutes, and drives off. I hope the package - nothing in there but a G of the finest dope you've ever had. I used about half of it to calm myself down. The shit we do to get drugs in the mail.


[0 Points] ddsspecu3:

rewritten story w/ different ending


[0 Points] BoxAddict:

I think the weirdest occurrence I had in my dnm history was ordering just once from PureFireMeds. 2g of MDMA and the same of some blow. Shot PFM a message asking to ship together, and I didn't even have 5 transaction on agora yet. Fresh account, nearly no history, and the one fact that likely saved me, agora itself was 3 months old tops. So I should mention I have only ever FE'd for BlueVikings tabs once. Escrow all day erry day besides that. The fact is a miracle happened a year and a half or so ago. This nigga PFM actually sent my product, together, without any damn problems at all. We never hear about the people that didn't get sand, that were around before PFM started shipping massive qtys of ganja to people expecting a personal sack but got death threats instead. Don't worry though, even back then PFM didn't have ALL his shit together, not even close. When my pack landed it was in a 6x4x2" brown box. Cool, bound to be some sugar cube shaped blow or Molly pop rock packs inside with more layers than a fucking onion. NOPE! PFM had filler paper (brown loud junk) surrounding a gallon ziplock? Okay... Inside the big bag I found 2 sandwich size ziplocks with their contents written in sharpie on them. "2g MDMA." "2g BLOW". Enjoyed the pow tho I suppose. Da Blow was expensive for its quality but the M wasn't half bad at all. My boy had just gotten out of county after 3 mo. in. I knew he was legit for a week before the classless and overly predictable "GOTCHA BITCH!!!" Wizz quiz summons from his PO. After a few beers and jokes about the 30lbs of lockup food now attached to his fat ass I told em to take a wet finger to the pow. "Nah man, I've got three months of serotonin buildup to release!" He took bout 2 points down when he thumbed the (full) bag. Came up so hard 20 minutes later he was tossing his cookies over the balcony outside. Never did order from PFM again, but the stories of scams after we're the gift that kept on giving. Shiiiiit


[-3 Points] DrugsEtc:

Damn they're some really awesome stories, you're quite lucky man. I always get scared buying ounces or half ounces.