The D-Nice Method Of How Not To Receive A Speeding Ticket
I was driving home last Friday night around 5 am, doing 65 mph in a 35 mph zone when I encountered a New Jersey police officer sitting in his patrol vehicle on the side of the road. My first thought was the hit the brakes, but then I realized that would be too obvious and there would be no way for me to talk my way out of getting the ticket. I decided to keep speeding and let him catch up to me. Less than a minute later, I could hear the wailing sound of the police sirens nearing me. I had to think fast or risk receiving a speeding ticket and the one thing we all hate the most, points on my driver's license.
I got it! As I pulled my car over on the side of the road, I started to make myself cough uncontrollably in order to give the perception that I wasn't feeling well. As he approached my car, I rolled down the driver side window, and before he could get a word in, I handed him my license and registration and said to him "(cough, cough, argh, cough, cough) I know why you are (cough, cough) stopping me. There's a (cough, cough, argh, cough, cough) reason why I was speeding." Now this is when it gets comical. I coughed so much that I really started to believe I was sick.
I explained to him that I was a dj and I that I was on my way home from an event. He asked me if I was djing at a rave party. I looked at him and said "HELL (cough, cough, argh, cough, cough) NO! I am using Theraflu, not Ecstasy!" Just when he was about to respond, I said, "I have to (cough, cough, argh, cough, cough) throw up! Do you (cough, cough) mind if I step out of the car?" He said, "Go right ahead and as a matter of fact sir, here's your license and registration back. Hurry home!" I thanked him and laughed all the way home. Who said rappers (cough, cough, argh, cough, cough) can't act?























































