The Patch

One day, two rednecks named Bill C. Martin and Jerry A. Smith were driving down the road, drinking a couple of Buds. The passenger, Bill, said "Lookey thar up ahead Jerry, it's a po-leece roadblock! We're gonna get busted fer drinkin' these here beers!"

"Don't worry Bill," Jerry said. "We'll just pull over here to the left and finish drinkin' these beers, peel off the label and stick it on our foreheads, then throw the bottles under the seat."

"What fer and which way is left?" asked Bill.

"Just let me do the talkin', okay?" said Jerry. 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 said, "Have you boys been drinking?"

"No sir," said Jerry, "we're on the patch."