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the entire way to the police station. We finally pull up, they close the gate, and this guy tells me I have two choices: I can either wait until Monday and go to court, or if I give him one hundred dollars, he’d let me go right there. So of course, I gave him a hundred dollars, and on the hundred-dollar bill I wrote “F—- you!” I walked out of there a free man.
    The funny thing about it was, one of the other cops told me that they were informed of two black guys running drugs by the minivan we cut off. Turns out the guy driving the minivan was an off-duty officer. The cop in the minivan called it in saying we were smoking blunts as we were driving down the road. I told them I don’t smoke weed. I’ve never failed a drug test. The cop told me that once they got on the crime scene with the drug dog, they knew we were clean. They knew the residue was from the rental car and not from us. And they also knew who we were. Last thing he said was, “Can I get your autograph?”
    Tennessee, Part 2
    JTG
    There are some good times in Tennessee. It’s not just all about what Shad said.
    One night we ran out of gas and we had to pull over to the side of the road. We had seen a gas station, but it was miles away. Shad wanted to hike there, but I was like, “Hey man, I’m rockin’ Timbs here, I’m not hiking to no gas station.”
    So I stuck my leg out and some ladies pulled over. We didn’t get to the gas station right away, but we had some fun on the way there, ya dig?
    The other thing we love to do is roast each other in the car. Me, Shad, and Kofi go at it nonstop. I love to roast. We love to make it hot. Just thinking about it makes me hot. That’s how I get my kicks, that’s my passion, roasting Kofi. I’ll roast him right now, that fake Jamaican. I call him a Jafakin’. I love Kofi though, that’s my boy. But we roast each other from sunup to sundown. It can be three, four in the morning and it’s still just continuous roast. Then when one of us does something good and we start to compliment each other, we get right back to cutting each other down. We cut each other right back down to reality. Like, “Hey, that was a nice match . . . but you’re still bad.”
    Was That Flying Hummus?
    Dolph Ziggler
    I’m a boring guy. Life on the road for me is usually gym-hotel-sleep–wrestling show . . . gym-hotel-sleep–wrestling show. There was this one time, though, where we saw Gail Kim driving in the car next to us, so naturally we started throwing plastic bottles at her car. After a couple of the plastic bottles hit her car, and we naturally went back and recycled them, we all stopped up the road and had a good laugh while we got gas. Next thing we knew, Gail Kim and Alicia Fox came out of the convenience store and pelted us with powdered donuts. We all thought, “Oh how funny, everything is now even and fair.” But then as I was about to open my car door, Gail Kim took a bowl of hummus and threw it over the roof of her car and winged it at me. I just happened to be turning to look at something at the same time for some reason, so I saw it out of the corner of my eye and managed to avoid it. The flying hummus grazed my hair and splattered all over the car behind me. Gail Kim is here and alive right now, so that is testament that she never hit me. But hummus at a gas station? I didn’t even know you could do that. A sandwich maybe, but hummus?
    Usually when you have a really good car ride, though, you’re not distracted by flying food or bottles. If you’re having a real good car ride, you don’t ever turn the radio on. I’ve been traveling with Tommy Dreamer and Christian for a little while now, and I don’t know that we ever turn on the radio. Here are a couple of guys who have been around, been to the top, and are still at the top of their games. So it helps me out riding along with them. They are really helping me become a better Superstar. One thing they stress to me is how some people have a couple