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April 28, 2007

Field sobriety

A cop is waiting across the street from a bar late on a Saturday night, watching for drunks trying to drive home. After a short wait, one particularly sad case stumbles out the door, bleary eyed, confused, wandering the parking lot looking for his car. He locates his car, fumbles for his keys, bumps his head getting in, and drives over the curb on the way out of the parking lot.

Of course he doesn't get very far at all before the cop pulls him over. The cop has him step out of the car, sizes him up, and administers several field sobriety tests. The driver has trouble understanding some of the tests and fails them all miserably: he can't touch his nose, he can't walk straight, he can't stand on one foot and he can't recite a speedy alphabet.

The final legal step, of course, is the breathalyzer, so the cop asks his subject to blow into the tube. Green light.

In disbelief, the cop checks the breathalyzer and has the suspect try again. Another green light - the guy's blood alcohol level is within legal limits.

"All right," asks the cop, "how can you pass a breath test when you're so obviously falling-down drunk?"

"Well, it's like this," replies the guy. "I'm the designated decoy."

Posted by joke du jour at April 28, 2007 05:00 PM

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