I had just left Ye Olde Rotgut Tavern on Highway 221 when I look into the rear mirror and here comes the police with his lights flashing and he began motioning me to pull over so I did.
Hit a mailbox. Run over a garbage can.
When that stupid traffic cop finally quit calling in and gathering up his papers and pen, he came over and told me that he bet that I couldn't even walk a straight line.
I told him "Why do you think I'm driving this car?"
-I.C. "Six Month" Moleturd
