(Part 4 already? I'm having too much fun by this point)
Chad gets pulled over for driving 90 MPH in a 25 MPH school zone. It could normally be an arrestable offense, but the officer wants to see if he's compliant (or whatever).
A blonde deputy with big bozangas comes up to his window and checks his ID. He gets a warning, her phone number, and then he gets her back at his place. He sets off more than her sirens that night.
Meanwhile, One of us gets pulled over by a deputy who's had a bad day. His shriveled face looks like an elephant's ballsack. It's late at night and we're driving through an empty industrial-area parking lot. Probably for speeding, but then again no one's around. Surely a formality, right?
"I need your ID, insurance and registration. You're speeding."
"Well OK, I just wanted to ask--"
"DON'T YOU START YOUR STALLING WITH ME. WHEN I ASK FOR YOUR DOCUMENTS, YOU TURN THEM OVER OR YOU WILL BE CHARGED WITH OBSTRUCTION." The deputy wretched at the unattractive features of this "man". He was probably up to no good anyway.
"Ok, I'll get my license." The inkie gave him the docs, and the deputy took an eternity before coming back. He gave him two tickets totaling over $500.
"But what's this? Why did I get this? No one's around here--"
"If you want to argue, you can do that at the police station in handcuffs."
The inkie got back home eventually. No girlfriend, just another experience that others will tell him is normal.
Chad gets pulled over for driving 90 MPH in a 25 MPH school zone. It could normally be an arrestable offense, but the officer wants to see if he's compliant (or whatever).
A blonde deputy with big bozangas comes up to his window and checks his ID. He gets a warning, her phone number, and then he gets her back at his place. He sets off more than her sirens that night.
Meanwhile, One of us gets pulled over by a deputy who's had a bad day. His shriveled face looks like an elephant's ballsack. It's late at night and we're driving through an empty industrial-area parking lot. Probably for speeding, but then again no one's around. Surely a formality, right?
"I need your ID, insurance and registration. You're speeding."
"Well OK, I just wanted to ask--"
"DON'T YOU START YOUR STALLING WITH ME. WHEN I ASK FOR YOUR DOCUMENTS, YOU TURN THEM OVER OR YOU WILL BE CHARGED WITH OBSTRUCTION." The deputy wretched at the unattractive features of this "man". He was probably up to no good anyway.
"Ok, I'll get my license." The inkie gave him the docs, and the deputy took an eternity before coming back. He gave him two tickets totaling over $500.
"But what's this? Why did I get this? No one's around here--"
"If you want to argue, you can do that at the police station in handcuffs."
The inkie got back home eventually. No girlfriend, just another experience that others will tell him is normal.
