I was pulled over for speeding. What they didn't know was that I had a body locked in the trunk of my car.
OK, so I didn't QUITE stick it to the man, but I was so close...

Many years ago I was driving home from my girlfriend's house when I saw a few mates walking along the road heading for home. They were a bit worse for wear and weaving into the road, so I felt a moral obligation to offer my services as designated driver and get them home safely. But there was a problem. There were five of them, and only four spare seats in my car. What to do? Simples. One of them gets into the boot.

A few minutes later we are merrily driving along when I get flagged over by a policeman. Doing 35 in a 30 apparently (still reckon I wasn't, especially as I'm not sure the car could actually go that fast up hill with that weight, but nevermind). Police officer wants to use the breathalyser on me. Not surprising considering the smell of alcohol so I accept. Of course I give the all clear and we are allowed on our way. At that very moment, the moment I turn the key in the ignition, am about to put my foot to the clutch and slip into first gear. The moment before I pull away my mate in the trunk decides to let out the immortal line:

"Help! They've locked me in here. I can't get out...!"

Bastard.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Thu 17 Jun 2010, 18:51, Reply)