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**Online Host**
Welcome to the Driving Down Interstate 75 Near Tampa Chatroom! |
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DukesOfHazzard: ♫ unnnnnnn u no what it is blacken yello blacken yello black yello ♫ /somehow ghost-rides the whip while still in car |
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DukesOfHazzard: ay i wonder if that would work with tha colorz im wearin right now … ♫ unnnn i no what it is red an white red an white red an white |
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DukesOfHazzard: lol it work |
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**Online Host**
A LadyCop has entered the chatroom. |
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DukesOfHazzard: aww here it go |
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LadyCop: /strolls up to driver’s side window, taps on glass
License and registration, please.
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DukesOfHazzard: /hands over papers |
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LadyCop: Okay, so, first of all, were you aware that your license is expired |
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DukesOfHazzard: yup got arrested for it like two years ago figured it be inspired by now |
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LadyCop: secondly, are you aware that your registration is a stack of napkins from Long John Silver’s |
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DukesOfHazzard: so |
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LadyCop: who is that with you in the car /leans in |
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DukesOfHazzard: pregnant girlfrien |
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LadyCop: could you stop punching her for a second so I could ask her a few questions |
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DukesOfHazzard: i ain’t gon stop punchin sh:t all my papers legit |
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LadyCop: are you aware that you are growing what looks like 40-50 marijuana plants in the backseat of your car |
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LadyCop: are you aware that you ran over a bald eagle at some point and have dragging it behind your car for the last 20 miles |
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LadyCop: are you aware that this license somehow expired three months before you were born |
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LadyCop: … /looks at phone |
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LadyCop: are you aware that you just texted me a picture of a broadsword with "u ded bithc" underneath |
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DukesOfHazzard: sorry wrong numba meant to tex it to this bithc |
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DukesOfHazzard: n2 answer your ?s somehow yes i am aware of all dem thangs |
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LadyCop: now there’s a baby in your floorboard |
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DukesOfHazzard: aw fuk me i was punchen in the rong direction |
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LadyCop: Please step out of the car. You’re under so much arrest. |
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DukesOfHazzard: fa what |
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DukesOfHazzard: fa what bitch fa what |
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DukesOfHazzard: what could you possibly arres me for, me, the good damn samarathan |
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LadyCop: driving with an expired license, aggravated battery of a pregnant woman, drug possession, brutal manslaughter of an endangered species, unlawful anachronism, one count of texting a broadsword |
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LadyCop: threatening a police officer, resisting arrest, performing an abortion without a license, one count of wearing your baseball uniform a year after they made you stop playing baseball |
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LadyCop: threatening the life of a dog? Should I go on |
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DukesOfHazzard: what you arrest me for |
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LadyCop: really |
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DukesOfHazzard: this america |
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DukesOfHazzard: lol this is still america righ, Lol i don’t got a got damn clue where we at |
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LadyCop: please step out of the car |
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DukesOfHazzard: sorry caint chopt off my leg so i could beat the concepted life outta this downtrodden woman |
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LadyCop: please roll out of the car |
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DukesOfHazzard: sorry caint i aint moved athleticly in like four yrs my whole body is atrophied |
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LadyCop: please fall out of the car |
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DukesOfHazzard: sorry caint, accidentally welded the door shut with a crack pipe |
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LadyCop: please drive your car to the nearest police station and stay there forever |
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DukesOfHazzard: … |
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DukesOfHazzard: yeah aight |