One night in 1990 I was driving up Burlingham Road, New York. A State Trooper stopped me for a burned out tail light. He asked me for my registration. I handed him a registration that was 2 years out of date and for another car. The trooper looked at it and said, okay you check out okay. He said just get that tail light fixed. I laughed all the way home. What kind of dope was this trooper? Is he blind? Can't he read? See I was checking him out for what kind of dope he was. This is the truth too.
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