So, I'm coming home from Training Camp today and then I see the local Monroe Country Sheriff pulled up right behind me at the traffic light. I was sitting there for a while, the damn light wouldn't change. Finally, once it changes, I make a right and go onto Monroe Ave. The Sheriff waits a little bit, and then puts his flashers on. I get all nervous and he asks me for my license and registration. I had it to him and he asked me, do you know why I stopped you? I'm like, I don't know. He said, that my plates are registered under a 1991 Chevy Cavalier and this does not look like a 1991 Cavalier. I told him that I just got it yesterday and luckily, I had all my papers and everything. He said, okay, you're all set. Have a nice day!
Damn bastard! He had nothing to do, but pull me over, because he was bored and noticed the plates didn't match?
Hey Sheriff.... :I starred in Brokeback Mountain: