> Two rednecks, Bubba and Earl, were driving down the road drinking a
> couple of bottles of Bud. The passenger, Bubba, said, "Lookey thar up
> ahead, Earl. It's a po-lice roadblock!! We're gonna get busted fer
> drinkin' these here beers!!"
>
> "Don't worry, Bubba," Earl said. "Here's what we'll do. We'll pull
> over and finish drinkin' these beers. Then we peel off the label and
> stick it on our foreheads. We'll throw the bottles under the seat."
> "What fer?" asked Bubba. "Just let me do the talkin,' OK?" said Earl.
>
> Well, they finished their beers, each stuck a label on their forehead,
> and tossed the empty bottles under the seat. When they reached the
> roadblock, the sheriff asked, "You boys been drinkin'? "No, sir,
> occifer," said Earl. "We's on the patch."