i have an old spooky tale to tell thats been passed down by my family since before we came to america: one dark and foggy night, a man was pulled over by a police officer while driving in his car along an abandoned country road. the man was nervous, as he was an out of towner from the big city and had heard a string of big city people had been murdered and died under mysterious circumstances. he didnt care: he had to get home to his pregnant wife and child. he was not a drinking man, hadnt touched the stuff since he came home from desert storm, but realized he had swerved while reaching into the glove compartment for his they might be giants greatest hits cd, so perhaps he appeared intoxicated. he saw his reflection in the rearview mirror and noticed his eyes were suddenly bloodshot. must be the insomnia he thought aloud. he heard the cops car door close and the sound of gravel underfoot. he rolled down the window and realized that he should make himself presentable and rolled it back up. thats when he noticed them and all color drained from his face: two huge blunts dangling from his lips. where had them come from? where will they go? he couldnt throw them out, for the cop would see, and he certainly couldnt drop them into the car, as the cop will smell them. he couldnt think fast enough: there was a rap at the window. he rolled it down and faced forward. no one really knows what happened next, but they think it went something like this: sir, can i ask why youre smoking TWO huge blunts? officer, Im... *turns to camera* double jointed *cop starts breakdancing*
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 03:36:49 +0000
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