So, I was drinking whiskey with my friends, and on the way home was driving a little crazy. But not drunk. Just skidding in the rain, goofing around swerving and shit.
I get pulled over, for expired tags and a busted headlight. Don't know if the cop saw me stuntin' or not.
He walks up, asks for my paperwork, and then says something along the line of 'So what is this knife he was talking about?'
I of course have my hunting knife in the car, but had buried it under some stuff before I even got to the bar.
Not in visible sight. But somehow he knew I had it.
So i hand him my knife, he walks back, runs my name, comes back, hands me my knife...
and he let's me go with a warning!?
Whaaaaaatt?!
Last Night...