I knew I was in trouble the moment that cop looked inside my truck. There I was, caught red-handed with a back seat full of empty whisky bottles. I had no choice but to confess: “Yes officer, all those are mine. Gas prices are so high I’ve been pouring Jack Daniel's into my gas tank to save money.” I was immediately escorted to nearest Emission Inspection Station where my truck blew a .19. I feel sorry for the cop. He has no idea what to do next.
2 comments:
so your truck now has a criminal record for being driven while drunk
Your truck has good taste. A slug of "Jack" with a twist of lemon is fine sipping.
On the other hand, I think there's a bit of horse pucky going on here.
Good one, lightly.
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