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here's a short story about the last time I got pulled over back in 1995....
going home from work.... long road, back country.... about 20 miles to the house.... not another car anywhere on this road. Was doing about 85.... daydreaming and tired.... cop is coming down the road toward me... and I'm watching him. Still daydreaming. I fly right past him doing 85 on a 55 road. So I pulled over, waited for him as he turned around and came back. When he got to the car he asked if I knew how fast... I said yep. 85. He asked if I had seen him. I said yep. Told him I was tired and on my way home and was not really paying alot of attention to what I was doing. He said okay. Wrote me a ticket. Said have a nice day. And I went home and he went the other way.
End of story.
It's a real simple fucking system guys.
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