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Bob, a lawyer, was driving home over the Golden Gate Bridge after spending
a great day out on the ocean fishing. His catch, cleaned and filleted, was
wrapped in newspaper on the passenger side floor.
He was late getting home and was speeding... Wouldn't you know, a cop
jumped out, radar gun in hand, motioned him to the side of the bridge.
Bob pulled over like a good citizen. The cop walked up to the window and
said, "You know how fast you were going, Boy?"
Bob thought for a second and said, "Uhh, 60?" "67 mph, son! 67 mph in a 55
zone!" said the cop.
"But if you already knew, officer", replied Bob, "Why did you askme?"
Fuming over Bob's answer, the officer growled, in his normal sarcastic
fashion, "That's speeding, and you are getting a ticket and a fine!".
The cop took a good look at Bob, in his stained fishing attire and said,
"You don't even look like you have a job! Why, I've neverseen any one so
scruffy in my entire life!".
Bob answered, "I have a job! I have a good, well-paying job!"
The cop leaned in the window, smelling Bob's fish catch, and said, "What
kind of a job would a bum like you have?"
"I'm a rectum stretcher!" replied Bob.
"What you say, Boy?" asked the patrolman.
"I'm a rectum stretcher!"
The cop, scratching his head, asked, "What does a rectum stretcher do?"
Bob explained, "People call me up and say they need to be stretched, so I
go over to their house. I start with a couple of fingers, then a couple
more, and then one hand, then two. Then I slowly pull them farther and
farther apart until it's a full six feet across."
The cop, absorbed with these bizarre images in his mind, asked, "What the
hell do you do with a six foot asshole?"
Bob nonchalantly answered, "You give him a radar gun and stick him at the
end of a bridge!"
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>From a Californian Lawyer....
Bob, a lawyer, was driving home over the Golden Gate Bridge after spending
a great day out on the ocean fishing. His catch, cleaned and filleted, was
wrapped in newspaper on the passenger side floor.
He was late getting home and was speeding... Wouldn't you know, a cop
jumped out, radar gun in hand, motioned him to the side of the bridge.
Bob pulled over like a good citizen. The cop walked up to the window and
said, "You know how fast you were going, Boy?"
Bob thought for a second and said, "Uhh, 60?" "67 mph, son! 67 mph in a 55
zone!" said the cop.
"But if you already knew, officer", replied Bob, "Why did you askme?"
Fuming over Bob's answer, the officer growled, in his normal sarcastic
fashion, "That's speeding, and you are getting a ticket and a fine!".
The cop took a good look at Bob, in his stained fishing attire and said,
"You don't even look like you have a job! Why, I've neverseen any one so
scruffy in my entire life!".
Bob answered, "I have a job! I have a good, well-paying job!"
The cop leaned in the window, smelling Bob's fish catch, and said, "What
kind of a job would a bum like you have?"
"I'm a rectum stretcher!" replied Bob.
"What you say, Boy?" asked the patrolman.
"I'm a rectum stretcher!"
The cop, scratching his head, asked, "What does a rectum stretcher do?"
Bob explained, "People call me up and say they need to be stretched, so I
go over to their house. I start with a couple of fingers, then a couple
more, and then one hand, then two. Then I slowly pull them farther and
farther apart until it's a full six feet across."
The cop, absorbed with these bizarre images in his mind, asked, "What the
hell do you do with a six foot asshole?"
Bob nonchalantly answered, "You give him a radar gun and stick him at the
end of a bridge!"
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