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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3832 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Diet Police R. D. McManes (Mac) I went to the local fast-food place. Burgers or chili dogs, ninety-nine cents specials. Started out with a couple devoured on the spot. Licked a finger or two, then ordered two more for those cravings, that always come later. I was tooling down the highway minding my own lane. Red lights appear in the rearview mirror so I pull over and out pops a skinny ass patrolman. He checks my license and I thought all was cool then he asks me to step out of the car and says with a smirk, (the jerk) “Is that a hotdog I smell on your breath ?” to which I reply “yes”. He asks what’s in the bag “One burger and a dog.” Dead to rights and I couldn’t lie. He pulls out a fast-food breathalyzer and asks me to blow. Beep, beep, beep, over the limit I shouldn’t have eaten those fries. One week later and here I sit in diet jail. One count of open bag with intent and driving under the influence of a waist altering drug. |
