shootin' wires OR gettin' my arse whooped by an HD

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TAXI?? Don't need no stinking TAXI !
Drive in the ditch counting mailboxes till you get home
( you DO know how many mailboxes away th bar is, dontcha?)

Only a person in Louisiana could think of this. From the parish where
drunk driving is considered a sport comes this true story.

Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in Houma ,
Louisiana .

After last call, the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so
intoxicated that he could barely walk. The man stumbled around the
parking lot for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing.

After what seemed an eternity in which he tried his keys on five
different vehicles, the man managed to find his car and fall into it.

He sat there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the bar
and drove off. Finally, he started the car, switched the wipers on and
off-it was a fine summer night-, flicked the blinkers on and off a
couple of times, honked the horn, and then switched on the lights.

He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then
remained still for a few more minutes as some more of the other patron's
vehicles left.

At last, when his was the only car in the parking lot, he pulled out and
drove slowly down the road.

The police officer, having waited patiently all this time, now started
up his patrol car, put on the flashing lights, pulled the man over, and
administered a breathalyzer test. To his amazement, the breathalyzer
indicated no evidence that the man had consumed any alcohol at all!
Dumbfounded, the officer said, "I'll have to ask you to accompany me to
the police station. This breathalyzer equipment must be broken."

"I doubt it," said the truly proud Coonass. "Tonight I'm the designated
decoy."