The cop reaches for his radio and calls for assistance. "I got another one of these hit-and-run zucchini nuts. I'll need some backup and a truck, over!"
Next thing I know, I'm in prison, slow dancing with some hairy, freakish oddity known as Buzz, discussing zucchini bread recipes. It's really quite frightening.(Note: You can view every article as one long page if you sign up as an Advocate Member, or higher).