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So the other night we, Big Ol Tire Fire collectively, were pulled over by the Po-Po..you know, the old black and white...ye old coppers...ye old.....cops....well, we were pulled over by this pig fucker, and we are all like, "How the fuck on God's green carpet could a carload of such hilarious and good-looking people get pulled over?"  What could we possibly have been doing that would've been offensive to anyone aside from just being awesome and trendsetters and genuinely achingly sexy?? 

Well, he sauntered over to the driver's side, pulled off his aviators, and surveyed the aesthetic maelstrom within.  He looked like a little farmboy that had lost his way from the silo to the house and somehow got swept up in a cyclone that took him to the land of "Gee Whiz, Pardner", where he molested some sheep, joined a fraternity only to find out it was the cast of RENT, bought a bass guitar and grew a goatee and starting wearing silk and combat boots and made out with some guy that worked at Helzberg Diamonds until his dad found out and beat him silly and sent him to West Point. That kind of guy.

Well, this copper speaks very deliberately to us, just like this:  "You guys know WHY I pulled you over?" 

We replied, Frankly sir, NO!" 

He then backed up and took out a stick of Orbit, flung it in his mouth and flicked some birdshit from the hardtop.  "I pulled you over.."  he begun to get choked up and I realized at that moment that he was more than a little star-struck, "I pulled you over for failure to..yield...." 

"What?" we are all saying to one another, "Failure to yield to what?" 

"Bullshit," he answers, now wiping tears from his beady eyes and snot from his 'stache, "For your failure to yield..to...bullshit!  For that I pulled you over, and for that I applaud you!"

He began convulsing like hypothermic baby, tears smackin the asphalt, his leather gloves smeared with mucus.  "I am a huge fan of you guys, and I saw you barreling down the road, all waving your alcoholic beverages in the air and smoking yer what-nots and listening to your Wham and and I..well...the innocent farmboy in me came back and I just wanted...to be sitting right there with you guys, laughin and carrying on and...OH! I wrote some sketches that would be perfect!" 

I can't remember who shot him first, but man, once the initial bullets started to fly it got Capone up in that bitch. Our first fan. Dead on the road, and a cop no less. 

Then I woke up and there was no dead cop, and all of us in one car is a pretty stupid image and none of owns any/a lot of Wham...fuck.