11 mi E. of OK, 22 mi S. of MO --Foothills of the Ozarks
119. "But ossifer, there couldn't've been any drinken druving...we're all in the beat sack singing!"
Reminds me of the time that I accompanied a 'YL of interest' from one club to another --a C&W joint on the outskirts of town. We go in her car.
To make a long story short, I end up stranded there, but after hearing my plight, these guys generously offer to give me a ride back to my car. We're no sooner out of the parking lot into highway traffic, than we get pulled over.
Guys I'm with in the back seat are frantically removing wads of cash from their pockets, stashing it into the seating.
Cops interview all occupants, and after arresting the driver, the only 'subject' deemed fit to get behind the wheel and drive on --is yours truly.
Last edited by W9JEF; 10-11-2009 at 02:10 PM.
Reason: For inclaired creasity.