QUOTE(Bargod @ 01/23/07 2:17pm)

It's 2 a.m. A guy staggers out of a bar. He heads towards some parked cars. He walks up to the drivers side door, oblivious to the police officer watching near by. As the man takes the keys out of his pocket he drops them. As he bends to pick them up he nearly falls over. After recovering, he attempts to put the keys in the lock. The first key doesn't work so he tries another. After that key fails he steps back from the car and looks around. He realises it's not his car and he staggers a few cars down to the correct car. By this point the officer is following him and shaking his head in disbelief.
Once again the man drops his keys. He picks them up and after some more fumbling, manages to get the door open. At this point the officer stops him.
"Sir, how much have you had to drink tonite?"
The man slurs, "nothing officer. I'm the D.D."
"Well, then you woudn't mind a breathalyzer test, would you?"
Again, the man slurs, "Of course not... I'm the D.D."
The officer takes out the tester and has the man blow into it. The man blows and the officer checks the readout, 0.0%. The officer looks confused and asks the man to blow again. Once again the man blows a 0.0%.
"What the hell is going on here?"
The man now speaks perfectly clearly, "I told you officer, I'm the D.D. The designated decoy."
Hahahha. That's a great one Bar! Where was this guy when I needed him? lol