Yesterday I read a story about Amish man who ran afoul with the law while driving his buggy. He was all hopped up on grandpappies cough syrup. You can read more about the story here . The thing that I thought was so good about the story was that it reminded me of this exchange from Black Sheep;
Motorcycle Cop: Tell me, officer, do you have any idea how fast you were going?
Mike: Well, I got a 426 hemi here, 3/4 cams, nitro boosters, I can get 'er up to as good as 155! Never do, though, of course, unless I'm chasing a cute chick in a Ferrari! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I guess I was goin' about... 65, tops.
Motorcycle Cop: SEVEN! SEVEN miles an hour! And normally, when I stop people, they pull onto the *shoulder*!
Motorcycle Cop: I don't know how they do things up in Buckley Town, but down here, we are caution for other drivers on the road.
Steve: Roades, Roods.
Mike: [reaches back and smacks Steve] Quiet back there. Geez, raving psycho, we arrested him becuase he butchered over 300 chickens and screwed a Begal. I'm taking him back to Navada where he's wanted for Bangin Horses'.
Motorcycle Cop: [looks in the back seat and Steve smiles at him] Good God! Just make sure you get him through this state a little faster then 7 miles an hour officer...
Mike: Meoff... Jack.
[looks back at Steve and laughs making a jerking off motion]
Motorcycle Cop: Ok? now get him out of here.
Mike: Ookie Dookie.
Then I laughed because I imagined that this asshole was the one screwing beagles and banging horses.
1 comment:
Fuck a horse, fuck a donkey, eat my balls you fucking Wednesday.
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