What Happened Was
We were drunk and stoned and it was dark and we were driving around in a big car listening to the radio near Franklyn Pierce in Vermont and it was 10 and we were driving really slow because we were drunk and stoned and it was a nice night and we were all in love with the music.
Behind us, order | and now me driving I saw the cop car coming at normal speed and had two options, step on the gas, or pull over.
I had been driving this particular Rambler enough to know that the clutch pin would slip and the driver of the car coming at me would not have enough time to avoid us so I turned the car to the swale to let him by.
He went by and pulled over and I thought to myself, "Shit."
"Don't touch anything."
I pulled the car up just a little and made eyecontact with the State Trooper and yelled out the window, "Have you seen a dead deer?"
He stopped in his hat and said, "3 of them in the last mile and a half, Why?"
"Because we are looking for road kill to feed the cats."