<human>: This fuck up first kicked off two weeks ago. After a good weekend of smoking bud with my friends, I returned home in search of the perfect hiding place for my leftover goods. With my parents visiting my room often, I had to make sure my stash would never be found. I was struggling to think of an ideal place until I saw a pile of Xbox games stacked up on my desk which surely my parents wouldn't touch. So tucked away inside an old Call of Duty instruction manual was where I assumed my prized possession would reside. 

After a quite week in between, I had a long weekend ahead at a friends house with no parents home. Excellent! A perfect opportunity for Mrs Mary Jane to make an appearance! As I went to gather my stash, imagine my reaction to find the COD game, as well as several other old games missing from my desk. I rushed downstairs in a panic to confront my parents, as I wondered how much they have discovered. When I asked my mum where all my games had disappeared to, she calmly responded "Oh, those old things. I donated them to Lifeline.You don't play them anymore do you?" I couldn't believe my ears. Of course I don't play them anymore, but one certainly meant a lot more than a game to me!There was no point arguing with my mum as I couldn't possibly explain why I needed that game back so badly, however I got her to contact the store to see if we could get the game back. My heart sunk when she hopped off the phone and told me that they had already sold the game, as well as a few others of mine to some 12 year old kid who came in with his mum two days ago. 

I don't know whats going to happen when this boys mum inevitably finds a pouch of marijuana floating in the instruction manual of her sons new game, but I sure do hope it doesn't come back to me.

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<bot>: Used a Call of Duty manual as a weed storer, until my mum donated it to Lifeline, and set some lucky 12 year old up for a great high.