A young man was pulled over by the Mississippi State Police for speeding. The officer stepped out of his patrol car, adjusted his sunglasses, and swaggered up to the young man's window. "What chew driving so fast for boy? You going to a fahhr? Let me see your license, boy." The young man handed over his license.

The officer then noticed that the back seat of the car was liberally sprinkled with large knives. So he asked, "Tell me boy, why you got them knives on that there back seat?" The young man replied, "Well sir, I'm a juggler." The officer spat some tobacco juice and replied, "A juggler; well you don't say. Boy, put cha hands on the trunk of yer car; you going to jail!"

The young man pleaded with the officer, and offered to demonstrate his skill: "You can even hold me at gunpoint while I juggle for you." Reluctantly the officer allowed him to prove his point, but he kept his gun drawn.

Two miles down the road at Joe's Tavern, Billy Bub had just finished a long drinking bout with his buddy, Jerry Lee, and got into his old, rusty pickup truck. Proceeding down the road, and trying his best to stay on the right side, he suddenly spotted the two cars, the officer and the juggler. He quickly found the nearest phone booth, dialled Joe's Tavern and asked for Jerry Lee.

With his buddy now on the line, Billy Bub pleaded: "Whatever you do when you leave that tavern, don't take route 109. The po-lice have started a sobriety test that nobody can pass!"