76 in a 55, folks. It's a good thing that fat-ass state-trooper wasn't there on one of the days that I was REALLY driving fast. I couldn't talk my way out of it-- he was adamant that I was speeding... neglecting to mention the three SUVs that were a quarter mile ahead of me that he didn't bat an eyelash at, who had to have been going much faster than i was.
So fuck you, you fat bastard. Get a uniform that fits, and maybe the patrol will give you a real car instead of that fucking Bronco you pulled me over in. I hope you fall off the side of the hill and you don't die. I hope you burn for a while and then live out your life in a burn ward for your lack of compassion for the people that are the most frustrated.