I was driving along, minding my own business, when I noticed the flash of blue lights in my rearview mirror. A police car was behind me, indicating that I needed to pull over to the side of the road. At that point, many things flashed through my mind. Did the officer see me blow through that stop sign? Did he know that I was doing 80 mph through a 30 mph zone? How would I explain the underage prostitute in the passenger seat, snorting blow off my scrotum?
I went to take a swig from my 40 oz bottle of malt liquor, when I heard a tapping noise on my window. Looking over, there was the officer, motioning for me to open my window. I rolled it down to see what he wanted.
“Do you know how fast you were going?” Asked the officer.
Without even bothering to remove the smoldering joint from my mouth, I let loose with a thunderous, liquor-fueled belch, the likes of which fogged up the officer’s mirror-tinted sun glasses.
2006-12-08
01:08:26
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