Two rednecks, Bubba and Earl, were driving
down the road
drinking a couple of bottles of Bud.
The passenger, Bubba,
said, "Lookey thar up ahead, Earl,
it's a po-lice roadblock!
We're gonna get busted fer drinkin'
these here beers!!"
"Don't worry, Bubba," Earl said.
"We'll just pull over and
finish drinkin' these beers, peel off
the label and stick it
on our foreheads, and throw the bottles
under the seat."
"What fer?" asked Bubba.
"Just let me do the talkin', OK?" said Earl.
Well, they finished their beers, threw
the empty bottles under
the seat, and each put a label on their
forehead. When they
reached the roadblock, the sheriff
said, "You boys been drinkin'?"
"No sir," Earl said. "We're on the patch."
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