Linda (unicorn@unicorn.indenial.com)
Mon, 8 Mar 1999 19:28:48 -0500 (EST)
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Just as I thought it was safe to go back in the water...
on the highway, that is...
LadyHawke
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"Speeding And All The Fish"
A man was speeding down the highway, feeling
secure in a gaggle of cars all traveling at the same
speed. However, as they passed a speed trap, he
got nailed with an infrared speed detector and was
pulled over.
The officer handed him the citation, received his
signature and was about to walk away when the
man asked, "Officer, I know I was speeding, but I
don't think it's fair - there were plenty of other cars
around me who were going just as fast, so why
did *I* get the ticket?"
"Ever go fishing?" the policeman suddenly asked
the man.
"Ummm, yeah..." the startled man replied.
The officer grinned and added,
"Ever catch *all* the fish?"
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"The Red Bastard...."
In the afternoon this guy drives down a highway to
visit a nearby lake and relax. On his way to the lake
one guy dressed from head to toe in red standing
on the side of the highway gestures him to stop.
Our guy rolls down the window. "How can I help you?"
"I am the red bastard of the asphalt. You got
something to eat?"
With a smile in his face, he hands one of his
sandwiches to the red dressed guy and drives away.
Not even five minutes thereafter he comes across
another guy. This time the guy is dressed fully in
yellow, standing on the side and waving him to stop.
A bit irritated our guy stops, cranks down the window.
"What can I do for you?"
"I am the yellow bastard of the asphalt. You got
something to drink?"
Hardly managing to smile this time he hands to the
guy a can of coke and then stomps on the pedal and
takes off again. In order to make it to the lakeside
before sunset he decides to go faster and not to stop
no matter what.
To his frustration he sees another guy on the side,
dressed all in blue, making a hand signal to stop him.
Not quite willing, our guy decides to stop a last time,
rolls his window down and yells to the guy, "So, let me
guess, you're the blue bastard of the asphalt, and
just what the hell do *you* want?"
"Driver's license and registration, please."
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