"Jeez Louize!" Tod struck the wheel of his Volvo angrily as yet another red light brought the car to a screeching halt.
"Easy, honey, we have plenty of time."
"Dammit, Janet!" Tod argued. "How did I let you talk me into this?"
"Well, the 'Rocky Horror Picture Show' costumes were your idea..."
Her speech was cut short by the jerk as Tod gunned the engine - only to hear the wail of a police siren.
"Shit! Janet, where's my licence?"
"In the purse I handed you at the door, didn't you-
"Dammit Janet!"
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Eeep!
No licence, time to do some fast talking to the occifer! On a sort of similar subject I spent
one Halloween in the 80's in the drunk tank. It was fun to see what sort of costumed
dipsomaniac would come in next, although the effect was kind of ruined as masks
and plastic pitchforks and such were taken away. And eventually there was a
Rocky Horrorshow character---Dr. Frankfurter hisself---who seemed very
very very very very very embarrassed about it...
~~~hugs, Laika
What borders on pure insanity?
Canada and Mexico.
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