Drunk Guy Gets Pulled Over — The Last Test Seals His Fate

A drunk guy gets pulled over late one night after swerving just a little too much on an empty road. The officer walks up to the window, immediately smells alcohol, and asks him to step out of the car. The man stumbles a bit but insists he’s “totally fine” and only had “a couple.”

The officer isn’t convinced and starts running sobriety tests. First, he asks the guy to walk in a straight line. The man tries, nearly falls over, then claims the road is crooked. Next, the officer asks him to stand on one foot. The guy lifts his foot, wobbles, and says, “I can’t do this barefoot… my balance depends on my shoes.” The officer just sighs and keeps going.

Finally, the officer says, “Alright. Last test. If you can pass this one, I’ll let you go.” The drunk guy straightens up, suddenly very serious. “Deal,” he says confidently.

The officer explains, “Use the words greenpink, and yellow in one sentence.”

The man thinks hard. Really hard. He squints, scratches his head, and after a long pause, proudly looks up and says:

“The phone went green green, I pink it up, and the light turned yellow!”

The officer pauses for a second… then pulls out his handcuffs.

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