Lance is tooling down a lonely stretch of a backwoods Alabama highway, texting to his significant other, when WHAM! he hits something or someone.
He gets out of his car, and lying there, struggling and moaning is a black kid, probably in his late teens. “Dаrn niggеrs,” Lance mutters, “they jaywalk anywhere and everywhere.” He calls 911, but by the time an ambulance gets there, the black mofu is food for the worms.
A big-bellied Alabama sheriff rolls up to the scene and begins to write up a report. “You know this will affect your driving privileges,” the sheriff says. “Most likely about eight points.”
Lance is sweating. “Eight points and vehicular homicide. Will I still be able to drive here in Alabama, sir?”
The sheriff looks up from his writing out the report. “Oh this won’t affect your ability to drive, son. See, here in Alabama we have a bounty of these niggеrs. It’s open season all year. You get the eight points ADDED as a BONUS to your driving record, not the other way around.”
“Yup, I would say you landed yourself an eight point buck!”
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