Subject: Getting a Ticket
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Wed Mar 21 2001 - 09:49:03 EST
"Getting a Ticket"
Bob was driving home over the Golden Gate
Bridge at about 90mph. Wouldn't you know
a cop jumped out and clocked him with radar.
Bob pulled over like a good citizen; recalling
Rodney King and recent illegal alien incidents.
The cop walked up to the window and said,
"You know how fast you were going BOY?!?"
Bob thought for a second and asked, "Uhhh,
over 55?"
"93 mph son! 93 mph in a 55 zone!"
"But if you already knew," replied Bob, "Why
did you ask me?"
Ignoring Bob, the officer continued, in his normal
charming fashion, "That's speeding and your
getting a ticket and a fine!" The cop took a good
look at the Bob and said, "You don't even look
like you have a job! Why,... I've never seen
anyone so scruffy in my entire life!"
Bob recanted, "I've got a job! I have a good,
well paying job!"
The cop leaned in the window, and with the
smell of day old donuts on his breath, said,
"What kind of a job would a bum like you have?!?"
"I'm a Pussy stretcher!!!" replied Bob.
"What you say, BOY?!?" asked the patrolman.
"I'm a Pussy stretcher!!!"
Of course the cop asked, "What does a Pussy
stretcher do?"
Bob explained, "Girls call me up and say they
want to be stretched, so I go over there and
start with a couple of fingers, then a couple more,
and then one whole hand, then two. Then I pull
them farther and farther apart until it's six feet
across."
The cop, absorbed with the images in his mind,
let down his guard and asked, "What the hell
do you do with a six foot Pussy?"
Bob nonchalantly commented,
"Well, you give it a radar detector and stick it
at the end of a bridge!"
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