Just got back from the GF's. On the way home is a 1/4th mile straightaway. It's wicked dark out. I see a late model Ford Taurus come up behind me in the passing lane doing 70+ in a 55. Right behind him is another car that I immediately can tell is a Trooper. Somehow, the Taurus never realized he had a car tagging his butt while proceeding to speed up even further. This cop car couldn't light up any quicker to pull this guy over. I really don't understand people. Yes, it's a great spot to run cars. But not when you have someone right on your butt that is blatantly a State Trooper.
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I AM FLOOF! SOMEBODY FLOOF MY HORN!! ALL HAIL THE FLOOF!!I JUST FLOOFED ON THE FLOOR
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