A little old lady was pulled over by a young, gung-ho state trooper for speeding.

He approached the car and said, "Ma'am, may I see your driver's license and registration?"

"I'd like to but they are in the glove box under my handgun," she replied.

Looking in the back seat, the young trooper noticed some boxes covered with a blanket.

He said, "Ma'am, would you mind telling me what you have in the back seat?"

"All I have in there is a few small boxes of marijuana and cocaine," the little old lady replied.

At this point the hair was standing up on the back of the young trooper's neck. With his hand on his gun, he asked her, "Would you mind opening the trunk?"

"Okay," said the little old lady, "But you have to excuse the body I have in there."

By this point, the young trooper had heard enough, so he backed away from the car and called for heavy backup including some SWAT units.

Ten minutes later, with the vehicle surrounded by canine units and SwAT team members, the young trooper's supervisor started talking to the little old lady.

"I don't understand. This trooper called in that you had a handgun in the glove box, drugs in the back seat and a body in the trunk. But all you had in the glove box were a few credit card receipts, the back seat only had a few birthday presents, and the only thing in the trunk was a spare tire."

The little old lady replied, "And I'll bet you that lying SOB told you that I was speeding, too!"