Fucking Law Dog pulled me over last week, ask me if I had been drinking... I ask the Bitch if He had been eating donuts. He ask me why the question, I told him that it looked like his eyes was glazed over. I was then ask to say the alphabet.... A,B,C,DWI. He thought that was funny, so I demanded to be an undercover Drunk Tank Inspector, thus, the handcuffs. Fuckers hauled me off. Handcuffs is the only jewelry that I can seem to afford. The fucking law dogs actually ask me one time to say the alphabet backwards, & how much have I had to drink. I must admit, I damned near called in an air strike for that shit. The answer was "Z... booty is flaring up on a Brother, and i reckon about 2 1/2 Gallons,... not counting the wine coolers. Hauled off again. Of course I requested to call my Mom. They handed me a phone. ignorant Fucks, she was in the cell next to mine. Family Tradition, I guess.