OK, that's pretty funny, but let's tell everyone why i was found on the floor.
The night started out innocent enough, al took me to a very nice resteraunt called "Mickey's". The meal was great and we had a nice conversation. After dinner we proceeded to one of al's old haunts for some revelry and spirits, now this is where it get's good. Upon our departure from the bar, we headed for al's car, we got in but low and behold the car(and i use that term lightly)would not start. Al starts screaming and slapping the stearing wheel. Frantically he pops the hood and jumps out of the car, upon inspecting the so called engine, al starts looking for his tools, but what is this,HE CAN'T FIND ANY! by this time i am starting to get worried.Now to make thing's worse, the police pull up! The officer get's out of his car and questions us, obviously by looking at said automobile he did not believe our story, and by looking at the car who could blame him. Now things really get bad, he thinks we are trying to strip someones car and throws me over the hood and pats me down. I am really worried now!
With visions of home and the thought of never seeing my kids again, i do the only thing i can think of, I start yelling "officer,officer,what could any sane individual possibly strip from this car that would be of any value!!!!!!!!!! well the officer gatherd his thoughts for a minute and said "you know son, YOUR RIGHT! and i kind of feel bad that you have to ride around in this thing.
Upon further reflection he let us go, but before he left he gave al a string of citations for the "Chariot of Fire"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DADDY |
