To 'ol boys are running down the road in a pickup truck, enjoying there favorite beer. They see a cop comeing up behind them. Skeeter says. Quick peel the labels off these beer bottels.
Grabbing one of the labels. Skeeter slaps the label on his bare shoulder. Where it sticks.
After the cop pulls them over, he walks up to the pick up door. There he notice,s the inside of the truck smells like a budwizer factory.
You boys been drinking? He asks
Pointing his labled shoulder at the cop. Skeeter says. No sir, we quit. See, we're on the patch.
