The rare male tramp stamp. I guess motorcycles don't have mud flaps, and you need to express yourself somehow.

So, back when I was in High School, I'm driving home one night from a friend's house when I get pulled over. The cop that pulls me over is the father of a girl I had hooked up with after a party a week before. Anyway, he's grilling me about why my eyes were "bloodshot". I knew him but he didn't know me, but he kept pushing it, asking me if I was high, if he made... Read More » me pee in a cup would I pass, that sort of thing. So finally I say 'I'm pretty good friends with your daughter, she knows I don't do drugs". So he calls her right there and asks about me. I was sure I was doomed cuz I pretty much avoided her after that night, but she tells him I'm a great guy and he lets me off. I guess she enjoyed our one-nighter!

February 10, 2012