A young surfer was pulled over by the park rangers for speeding. The ranger stepped out of his patrol car, adjusted his sunglasses, and swaggered up to the young man's window. "What chew driving so fast for boy? You going to a fahhr? Let me see your license, boy." The surfer handed over his license. Then the ranger noticed that the back seat of the car was full of large knives. The ranger said, "Tell me boy, why you got them knives on that there back seat?" The surfer replied, "Well sir, I'm a juggler." The ranger spat some tobacco juice and then he said, "A juggler; well you don't say. Boy, put cha hands on the trunk of yer car; you going to jail!" The surfer pleaded with the officer not to take him to jail. He offered to prove to the ranger that he was a juggler by way of demonstration. He said, "You can even hold me at gunpoint while I juggle for you." The ranger reluctantly allowed him to prove his point while he held him at gunpoint.

Two miles down the road at The Rib Trader, BK was drinking it up with Rusty. BK soon left and got into his old, white van. He proceeded down the road trying his best to stay on the right side. All of a sudden BK spotted the most unbelievable sight of his life! He drove to the nearest phone booth and dialed the number for Rib Trader and asked for his buddy, Rusty. When Rusty got on the phone, BK said, "Whatever you do when you leave that place, don't go south on Basilone road. The rangers are giving a sobriety test that nobody can pass!"