Dude, where's my huh?!

AP -- LEBANON, Pa. — Police in central Pennsylvania say they've nabbed a real pothead.

They say an officer spotted 29-year-old Cesar Lopez inside a convenience store with a bag of marijuana stuck to his forehead.

Investigators say Lopez was seen peering inside his baseball cap early Saturday morning in Lebanon, about 75 miles northwest of Philadelphia. When Lopez looked up, the officer noticed a small plastic bag appearing to contain marijuana stuck to his forehead.

Police say the officer peeled the bag off Lopez's forehead and placed him under arrest. He has been charged with drug possession. Police do not know whether Lopez has an attorney.

Authorities say the sweatband of a baseball cap is a frequent hiding place for drugs.

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After graduating from high school, some of my friends and I got full-time real jobs. The four of us made pretty good money, and all worked swing-shift. We used to meet on Friday nights at a local park we partied at as high schoolers, but we got there way after midnight. Usually we walked out to an "A" frame patio in the middle of the park where there were picnic tables, and toked up in the dark for a few hours, before going to IHOP at about 2 or 3 a.m.

One night, it was really cold, and I was the first one there. When the others showed up, we all sat in my '67 Mustang and passed the bong around for a while. We were good and stoned, and suddenly night turned into day. I looked out the window to right into the flashlight that was in the hands of an L.A. County Sheriff's Deputy. I had the bong between my legs and had just taken a big toke. He motioned for me to roll down the window, and when I did, I exhaled, pretty much right in his face.

Him: "Whatcha guys doing?"

Us, in unison: "Nothing"

He laughed out loud. He made us get out of the car, put the bong on the roof, and proceeded to tell us that although we weren't doing anything wrong, we were doing something wrong. He made me pour out what was nearly an ounce of good sinsemilla out on the pavement, then leaned over and took the biggest bud out of it. He sniffed it, took my baggie, and put the bud in it. Then he put the baggie in his pants pocket.

Him: "Is this stuff good?"

Me: "It was"

He laughed again, and then asked no one in particular if we knew why he came up to the car. In unison, we replied NO. He pointed his flashlight at the cinderblock wall behind my car and plain as day were painted the words "HEAD IN ONLY". I had backed into the spot.

Before he left, he told us he'd be back in either an hour, or an hour and a half, and we had better be gone. Then he took the bong from the roof of my car, handed it to me, and said "Have a good night Mr. xxxxxxxx".

We scooped every single leaf of marijuana off of the pavement, had a few more bonghits, and that night when we got to IHOP, they made ME buy for causing us such a scare.

True story. To this day, every time we're together we laugh about it.

I never backed my car into a spot at that park again.