
A Georgia State Trooper pulled over a car on I-95, just a couple miles shy of the South Carolina line.
When the Trooper asked why he was speeding, the driver said, “Officer, I’m a magician and juggler. I’ve got a show in the next town and I’m running late.”
The Trooper’s eyes lit up. “A juggler? I love juggling! Tell you what—show me a little something and I won’t give you a ticket.”
The driver shrugged. “I would, but all my gear’s already been sent ahead.”
The Trooper grinned. “No problem. I’ve got flares in the trunk. Can you juggle those?”
“Sure,” the juggler said.
So the Trooper lights three flares, hands them over, and the man starts juggling flaming sticks like it’s the Fourth of July.
Right then, another car pulls up behind the patrol car. Out stumbles a very drunk South Carolina good ol’ boy. He watches the flaming juggling act for a moment, then walks straight to the patrol car, opens the back door, and climbs in like he’s checking into a motel.
The Trooper storms over. “Sir, what do you think you’re doing?”
The drunk looks up and says, “Just go on and haul me to jail. If that’s the sobriety test in Georgia, I ain’t got a prayer.”
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