A young man was pulled over by the Louisiana state police for speeding. The officer stepped out of his patrol car, pulled up his gun holster, adjusted his mirror sunglasses, and swaggered up to the young man’s window.
“What chew driving so fast for, boy? You going to a fire? Let me see ya license, boy.” The young man handed over his license. Then the officer noticed that the back seat of the young man’s car was full of big knives. The officer said, “Tell me, boy, why you got them knives on that there back seat?” The young man replied, “Well, Sir, I’m a juggler.”
The officer spit some tobacco juice out the side of his mouth and then he said, “A juggler; well you don’t say. Boy, put cha hands on the trunk of your car; you goin’ to jail.”
The young man pleaded to the officer not to take him to jail. The young man offered to prove to the officer that he was a juggler by way of a demonstration. The young man said, "You can even hold me at gun point while I juggle for you." The officer reluctantly allowed the young man to prove his point while he held him at gun point.
Two miles down the road at Joe’s Tavern, Jim Billy James drinking it up with his favorite drinking buddy, Homer T. Ratcliff. Jim Billy headed out the door to go home to his wife. He stumbled to his rusty old 1976 Ford truck and crawled in.
Jim Billy was driving down highway 442, and trying his best to stay on his side of the road. Then all of a sudden Jim Billy saw the most unbelievable sight of his life. Jim Billy tried his best to keep that pickup on the road. Later down the road, Jim Billy stopped at the first pay phone he saw. He dialed the number to Joe’s Tavern and asked for Homer T. Ratcliff. When Homer picked up the phone, Jim Billy said, “Homer, whatever you do when you leave that there tavern, don’t go north on highway 442. The state police is giving a sobriety test that can’t nobody pass.”