Juniorism #3 (Possumboy and Cops don't mix)

A while back, a little bit after I was introduced to Junior and took him under my wing. I was invited to a party. Our typical parties include DJ's, lights, and of course BOOz! I decided to invite Junior to the party and introduce him to a new social setting (keep in mind that Junior's version of social is playing an online chatting game). We all got ready to go but Junior decided to go with one of my good friends (We'll call him....hmm.... Pancho). So Pancho and Junior are in one car, and we are in the other. As we approach the party we decide to race a little bit and burn our tires out (and no I dont want you to ask me why we did that) never knowing the events that would unfold.

It was roughly 10:00 pm. Beautiful spring night. I am the leading car and my buddy Pancho and Junior are tailing us as we go. I turn a corner and peel out while hugging the turn, and race it to the house were the party is happening which was about 1 block away. Pancho and Junior do the same thing how ever, by now with the screeching sound of my tires, cops are already trying to figure out what the hell is going on. What we didnt realize is that there were cops on the other side of the street watching us, two of them. As Pancho and Junior turn the corner he revs his V8 chevy engine (insert testosterone here) and peels out on the turn, he punches his truck to the limit. By this time im already parked and getting out of my car. I turn to see Pancho and Junior coming up quick and behind them 2 police cars with their lights and sirens! Cops pull them over and yell over the microphone "don't move, stay inside the vehicle". At this point I could hear the sound of Juniors butt hole tightening up (play sound now). As I approach the cops to find out what is going on (actually just to be nosey and laugh at them) the cop tells me to back off. I turn to walk the other way and notice that 2 more cop cars showed up, at this time there is 4 crusers.

Apperantly, the cops thought that my buddy had stolen the truck because "nobody in their right minds would do that in front of a police office" (their words).

Here comes the Juniorism. One cop walks over to Junior and asks him "Where are you headed son?" Junior froze like a possum, he basically tried to play dead and ignore the cop. The cop asks him again in a firm loud voice "I said, where are you headed?". Junior in the shakiest, crackiest, wimpiest voice ever to be heard on the face of this planet said "uhhh, uhhh, to a aun...friends house uhhh". The cop asked for his ID and Junior, being Junior wasnt carrying it with him. The cop asked him for his name "Whats your name son?" Junior replied with his correct name but not after forgetting it for about a minute. Before the cop walked away Junior said "ocifer, I wasnt going to drink or anything like that, I swear". This nearly incriminated my buddy and had cops searching for the party where they thought underage people were drinking.

Thanks to Junior the party was almost cancelled, but thankfully the cops had to go to a shooting. Probably some damn mexicants being gangstas!

Lesson learned: To much information is not always a good thing! Playing dead only works for possums!

This is my illustration of how I pictured the look on his face!: