Running from the Feds

Your car fishtails as you stomp on the gas. Quickly gaining two or three miles on the Feds, however, the car starts to sputter. "ARRGH". You glance at the gashand. "NO GAS!!" Pulling to the side of the road, you reach for the back seat and pull out....

Written by Jonan Rosenchek (edited by wanderer)

.................a pickle!
. . . your trusty flask of gin and . . .
. . . a pair of panties!
A FISH!

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