I Don't Know Why You've Pulled Me Over

I always have this impulse to confess every crime i've ever committed when confronted with a police officer. My assumption has always been that they ask you, do you know i'm pulling you over on the off chance that you might say, is it because of the 800 pounds of hair when in my trunk? Ah, is it? I'm a murderer. I've murdered so many people, and i've just been waiting to be caught. Or you just set arejus like si and say yes and then get out of the car and put your hands behind your back. Om, no, april, i have not gotten a speeding ticket. This is a point of tremendous pride for me