i've gotten so many tickets, if i hadda memory i know i could add to your list. only one i can remember now anyways is the cop telling me "you smell like a brewery". i wasn't driving but the driver couldn't a bin sober either....
he let us go after clocking us at 60 in a 25. we were all white and he was black. yeah, THOSE WERE THE GOOD OL' DAYS. (my dad was assistant city atty at the time) Had to be 1972 or 3. High school, which come to think of it, means WE WERE ALL UNDER AGE!! yeah boy, that would never happen today.
thanks granville, those cracked me up. i sent them out to everybody
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When a cat is dropped it always lands on its feet. When buttered toast is dropped it always lands with the buttered side facing down. If a piece of buttered toast was attached to the back of a cat, when dropped, the cat/buttered toast combination should hover, spinning just above the ground, as it tries unsuccessfully to resolve the inevitable conflict of non-scientific certainties.
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