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One day, two rednecks named Bubba and Earl were driving down the
road, drinking a couple of Buds.

Bubba, riding shotgun, said, "Looky thar up ahead Earl. It's a po-leece
roadblock. We're gonna get busted fer drinkin' these here beers!"

"Don't worry Bubba," Earl said. "We'll just pull over and finish drinkin'
these beers, peel off the labels and stick 'em on our foreheads, then
we throw the bottles under the seat."

"What fer?" asked Bubba.

"Just let me do the talking, okay?" said Earl.

They finished their beers, threw the empty bottles under the seat and
slapped the labels on their foreheads.

When they reached the roadblock, the sheriff looked in the truck and
said, "Have you boys been drinking?"

"No sir." said Earl. "We're on the patch."

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