What Should I Tell The Judge This Time?
February 22nd, 2010OK, so I have another court date. This time it was for driving naked in a state park. The other day I took a little trip to the beach and stretched out on the warm sand and fell sound asleep. I woke up about an hour later to discover that the dang sea gulls had been into my potato chips I had brought along and there was gull poop all over my backside and hair–yuk! I ran into the surf and stripped off my clothes and tried to rinse them out but they still smelled like old fish guts. I stayed in the water for awhile and was wondering where everybody had gotten off to when I hear this huge BOOM! Dang if there wasn’t a huge storm coming off the water right for me and I was the last dumba** left on the beach. I figured since no one was around I would just trot over to my truck and drive home. Well I made it to the truck and even drove about three miles before a cop pulled me over (cause I don’t have a windsheild) and gave me a ticket to see the judge. Oh, Lord — what do I do now??