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On Police Reports:
The Boy arrives home from work, and says oh so blandly:
The Boy: I don’t know why Z got so worked up the first time he was stopped by the cops. It’s really not that stressful.
Me: ….wait, what?!
Boy: Oh nothing…
Me: (repeating, in case he missed the first time where I meant DETAILS BOY!) …wait, WHAT?!
Boy: You know my tail light still isn’t working right. Just a warning, not even a fix it ticket. He was just letting me know. Cop followed me for halfway home before he stopped me, though. Sheesh.
Me: Well, at least you were doing the speed limit then.
Boy: …yeah. We’ll go with that.
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remember the rulz . . . arrest=one night in jail . . . we don’t bail out until you’ve spent the requisite night among the other reprobates in the cell.
oh, and . . . .
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA – and you wondered where I got my rogue stripes! 😉 Hang in there, mama.