A Georgia State Trooper pulled a car over on I-95, just two miles from the South Carolina line. Trooper: “Sir, any reason you were speeding?”

Driver: “I’m a magician and a juggler! I’ve got a show tonight, and I can’t be late!” The Trooper, intrigued, leaned in. “A juggler, huh? I’ve always wanted to see that. Tell you what—show me a little juggling, and maybe I’ll forget about the ticket.”

The driver sighed. “I’d love to, but all my gear is already at the venue.”

The Trooper grinned. “No problem! I’ve got some flares in the trunk. Can you juggle those?”

The juggler smirked. “Oh, absolutely.”

So the Trooper lit up three flares and handed them over. Soon, the juggler was tossing them high in the air, putting on quite the show. Just then, a car pulled up behind them. Out stepped a good ol’ boy from South Carolina—clearly a few drinks deep. He stood there, watched the flaming performance for a few seconds, then shook his head, walked over to the patrol car, and got in the back seat.

The Trooper, confused, walked over and opened the door. “Uh… sir, what are you doing?”

The drunk looked up, sighed, and said, “Might as well take me to jail now… ain’t NO WAY I’m passin’ that test!”