On a small stretch of the Pacific Coast Highway between the Pacific Palisades and the Santa Monica Pier, a lone Patrolman straddled a marked motorcycle, smiling in sinister merriment as unsuspecting commuters flew through a 45mph reduced speed zone. He couldn’t wait to catch the next evil-doing law-breaker, and so his swollen wrists trembled eagerly [...]
The Busy Signals: Pretend Hits
Fubar, The Movie
Spare me potential asphyxiation from your broccoli farts by promptly leaving the room.
Write me a ticket for going only 25 mph over the speed limit. Be glad you caught me when I was obviously sedated.