A Georgia State Trooper pulled a automobile over on I-95, simply two miles from the South Carolina line.
Trooper: “Sir, any purpose you had been rushing?”
Driver: “I’m a magician and a juggler! I’ve acquired a present tonight, and I can’t be late!”
The Trooper, intrigued, leaned in. “A juggler, huh? I’ve at all times needed to see that. Let you know what—present me a bit juggling, and perhaps I’ll overlook concerning the ticket.”
The driving force sighed. “I’d like to, however all my gear is already on the venue.”
The Trooper grinned. “No downside! I’ve acquired some flares within the trunk. Are you able to juggle these?”
The juggler smirked. “Oh, completely.”
So the Trooper lit up three flares and handed them over. Quickly, the juggler was tossing them excessive within the air, placing on fairly the present.
Simply then, a automobile pulled up behind them. Out stepped a very good ol’ boy from South Carolina—clearly a number of drinks deep. He stood there, watched the flaming efficiency for a number of seconds, then shook his head, walked over to the patrol automobile, and acquired within the again seat.
The Trooper, confused, walked over and opened the door. “Uh… sir, what are you doing?”
The drunk appeared up, sighed, and stated, “Would possibly as nicely take me to jail now… ain’t NO WAY I’m passin’ that take a look at!”
