Hey. You look at me when I’m disappointed in you, mister.
“Oh, knock it off. It’s a fine.”
It’s not fine!
“A fine, not…I’m not playing your Abbot and Costello games.”
What I worry about is the decision-making process.
“How so?”
Why’d you get pulled over? VW bus?
“Fuck, no.”
Dead bumper stickers?
“No.”
Obama stickers? Those are worse.
“No. What? No. Dude: we were two long-hairs in the middle of nowhere who rolled through a stop sign stinking of weed.”
I guess it’s not that big a deal.
“Not really.”
Where was the bag?
“Glove compartment.”
Was it locked?
“Yeah, and so was the trunk in the back.”
THEN THEY GON’ NEED A WARRANT FOR THAT!
“I don’t think that’s the actual law.”
No, fuck this: you’re being railroaded. I’m calling William Kunstler!
“Long dead.”
Fine, I’ll call Kuby.
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