I'm into Altoids. I keep a can of each flavor in the nightstand drawer to keep the munchies at bay. I like them because it's really not possible to O.D. on them. Or, if you do, you only do it once.

In related news: Man Eats Half a Tin of Altoids
 
 
Flagstaff, AZ – While drinking heavily Thursday night, area man Grant Bullock munched down the remaining Altoids in a tin that witnesses described as “at least half full” in one mouthful, astonishing onlookers.  Bullock explained that the action was necessary, as he needed a receptacle for the marijuana he received from his good friend Chester Reinhart.

This is why I don't drink. It's an invitation to bad decisions, many of them far worse than eating too many Altoids. How many miserable marriages, broken limbs, icky infections and skyrocketing car-insurance premiums began with "a night of heavy drinking"?
 
Everybody knows you save those empty Altoid cans in anticipation of just this need. They not only keep your weed fresh and dry, but also give it a fresh minty aroma.

I visited my first dispensary yesterday. I was so happy that I cried. Later on I ate a family size bag of dill pickle chips. I was so sick I cried. It would seem balance is the key.
 
The chips are gone and replaced with celery sticks and carrots. With any luck the dispensary will be there when I return.

bitflipper
This is why I don't drink. It's an invitation to bad decisions, many of them far worse than eating too many Altoids. How many miserable marriages, broken limbs, icky infections and skyrocketing car-insurance premiums began with "a night of heavy drinking"?
 
Everybody knows you save those empty Altoid cans in anticipation of just this need. They not only keep your weed fresh and dry, but also give it a fresh minty aroma.

It's a pity camera film isn't so much of a thing these days because those plastic camera film canisters were perfect for carrying small amounts of stash on the go. I used them all throughout the 90's, and picked the idea up from my dad and his friends who would keep their hashish in them in the 1970's. 

ampfixer
I visited my first dispensary yesterday. I was so happy that I cried. Later on I ate a family size bag of dill pickle chips. I was so sick I cried. It would seem balance is the key.
 
The chips are gone and replaced with celery sticks and carrots. With any luck the dispensary will be there when I return.

I don't smoke any more except once in a blue moon I'll get some, and if it lasts me the course of a week I will very easily put on 5lbs during that time. Celery sticks and carrots don't cut it for my munchies unless I'm dipping them in hummus, in which case the entire hub of hummus is devoured in one sitting. In fact anything that gets opened is devoured in one go. Entire loaves of bread with entire jars of Marmite, entire boxes of cereal (if it's chocolate flavored I will quite happily eat two boxes), and my "medicinal" bars of dark chocolate, of which I will usually only eat 2 or 3 squares a day, will be inhaled in a matter of seconds. It really is the darndest thing how easy it is to vacuum up every last tasty morsel in sight when you're stoned, especially if you're not a regular stoner. I will literally prowl the kitchen like a predator hunting for prey. It has to be quick, easy and tasty. Salads are out, too much chopping. 

Photocopy a bunch of daily vitamins, then glue the image inside a clear photo film holder (or actual vitamin holder).  Then it looks like you're just one of those health-nuts that takes too many supplements.
 
I think I've also seen some clever modern-day versions of the 'ol fake mayo jar in the fridge that you hide valuables in.
 

I like to use Mason jars. More function than style.