Yes officer

So I'm cruising back from my fountain of youth training denial session and I get behind fatso from Oregon who is chatting his donut eating ass on the cell phone driving all over the road. I'm saying to myself, where's the po po when you need em? Then I get a little road rage and blow by him with the Bronco 2 cause it's got a V8 and all. Roll thru a stop sign (MA style) and proceed to John Force it down the 1/4 mile to the office all while hitting every puddle imaginable in the road. I get half way up the stairs going into the office when Bomb Squad Port Authority Officer fingers me down to have this little chat. "Don't apologize to me about speeding, you need to say sorry to the public for your wreckless ways." Uh, ok can you just give me a ticket, cause it's a lot less painful than your bantor? I look behind me as Bomb Squads telling me how to build a clock and not the time to see Ky-Borg and Drunk Unkle smoking a cig laughing at my squirming ass. Then this photo appeared in my inbox. Yea.