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this was send to me , I didn't write it. 
Only a person in TENNESSEE could think of this.
From the county where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this
true story. Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in
Paris, Tennessee. After last call the officer noticed a man leaving the
bar so intoxicated that he could barely walk. The man stumbled around
the parking lot for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing.
After what seemed an eternity in which he tried his keys on five different
vehicles, the man managed to find his car and fall into it. He sat there
for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the bar and drove off.
Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off--it was a fine,
dry summer night--, flicked the blinkers on and off a couple of times,
honked the horn and then switched on the lights.
He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then
remained still for a few more minutes as some more of the other patrons'
vehicles left. At last, when his was the only car left in the parking lot, he
pulled out and drove slowly down the road.
The police officer, having waited patiently all this time, now started up his
patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over and
administered a Breathalyzer test. To his amazement, the Breathalyzer
indicated no evidence that the man had consumed any alcohol at all!
Dumbfounded, the officer said, "I'll have to ask you to accompany me to
the police station. This Breathalyzer equipment must be broken."
"I doubt it," said the truly proud Hillbilly. "Tonight I'm the designated decoy."
Only a person in TENNESSEE could think of this.
From the county where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this
true story. Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in
Paris, Tennessee. After last call the officer noticed a man leaving the
bar so intoxicated that he could barely walk. The man stumbled around
the parking lot for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing.
After what seemed an eternity in which he tried his keys on five different
vehicles, the man managed to find his car and fall into it. He sat there
for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the bar and drove off.
Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off--it was a fine,
dry summer night--, flicked the blinkers on and off a couple of times,
honked the horn and then switched on the lights.
He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then
remained still for a few more minutes as some more of the other patrons'
vehicles left. At last, when his was the only car left in the parking lot, he
pulled out and drove slowly down the road.
The police officer, having waited patiently all this time, now started up his
patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over and
administered a Breathalyzer test. To his amazement, the Breathalyzer
indicated no evidence that the man had consumed any alcohol at all!
Dumbfounded, the officer said, "I'll have to ask you to accompany me to
the police station. This Breathalyzer equipment must be broken."
"I doubt it," said the truly proud Hillbilly. "Tonight I'm the designated decoy."
