“Don’t worry, Bubba,” Earl said.
“We’ll just pull over and finish drinking’ these beers, peel off the label and stick it on our foreheads, and throw the bottles under the seat.”
“What fer?” asked Bubba.
“Just let me do the talkin’, OK?” said Earl.
Well, they finished their beers, threw the empty bottles under the seat, and each put a label on their forehead.
When they reached the roadblock, the sheriff said, “You boys been drinking’?”
“No sir,” Earl said. “We’re on the patch.”