The Tale Of the Hazard Light

One night at Hardey's, gimp goat, triple k and grampappy were just chillin' like
homey G Dawg brotha gangsta G slices, when yellow flashy lights came on outside
the pimpmobile. You know, the kind of lights you get when you're broke down and
need help or want other cars to avoid smashing you into little pieces. 
Anyway, grampappy couldn't find out why they came on or how to turn them off. 
"Uh, I don't think I can drive home like this" said pappy.
"No, you can't" added the gimp goat. 
grampappy was not amused
Immediately grampappy flung out a line of words and obscenities so fast and angelic
it was almost as if the swear words were actually good. Grampappy went nuts. 
He began jumping up and down like a constipated chihuahua or pig dog and running in
circles and ran off into the distance. Later on, reports of an old man killing people
in cars with their hazard lights on flooded news programs. Family after family was
killed by a mysterious old man for no apparent reason. The killing spree went on for
a day, totalling hundreds. 
Police were baffled how they couldn't catch this smooth criminal. 
The nation was in a scare about using hazard lights knowing they would soon
be slaughtered. Then one day grampappy made his way back to the hardey's parking lot
and the lights were off.
"How'd you do that?" inquired pappy.
Triple K, with a grin, said "I pushed this button that says 'hazard' hyuck".
grampappy felt silly...................
Grampappy then slammed triple K's head in the door.

moral: Don't make grampappy feel silly.