i'm bad.

These are the thoughts that wen't through my head as i suddenly noticed grumpypants highway patrolman lurking on the side of the road...

1. $#^%#$^%#$^%# string of profanities in my mind

2. don't do it. don't come after me. (trying to use my matilda powers..)

3. he doesn't even have lights. he can't pull me over if he doesnt have cop lights. (!?)

4. did 'bad' by michael jackson really just start playing? (giggle giggle giggle)

5. should i cry?

6. why don't i have a red shell to shoot backwards at him!?

6. you sneaky son of a b with your sneaky secret lights.

(humming 'i'm bad, i'm bad, you know it' while giggling as the officer ruins my day.)

fail.

i did tear up. it didn't work.

i did get a ticket.

thanks grumpypants highway patrolman.

i hope a bee flies into your mouth while you're sleeping.