gntbldr
08-20-2004, 03:19 PM
WHO SAYS THAT COPS DON'T HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR?
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> "Relax, the handcuffs are tight because they're new. They'll stretch
>out after you wear them awhile."
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> Take your hands off the car, and I'll make your birth certificate a
>worthless document."
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> "If you run, you'll only go to jail tired."
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> "Can you run faster than 1,200 feet per second? In case you didn't
>know, that is the average speed of a 9 mm bullet fired from my gun."
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> "So you don't know how fast you were going. I guess that means I can
>write anything I want on the ticket, huh?"
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> "Yes, Sir, you can talk to the shift supervisor, but I don't think
>it will help. Oh ... did I mention that I am the shift supervisor?"
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> "Warning! You want a warning? O.K., I'm warning you not to do that
>again or I'll give you another ticket."
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> "The answer to this last question will determine whether you are
>drunk or not. Was Mickey Mouse a cat or a dog?"
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> "Fair? You want me to be fair? Listen, fair is a place where you go
>to ride on rides, eat cotton candy, and step in monkey poop."
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> "Yeah, we have a quota. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster
>oven."
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> "In God we trust, all others we run through NCIC."
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> "Just how big were those two beers?"
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> "No sir we don't have quotas anymore. We used to have quotas but now
>we're allowed to write as many tickets as we want."
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> "I'm glad to hear the Chief of Police is a good personal friend of
>yours. At least you know someone who can post your bail."
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> "You didn't think we give pretty women tickets? You're right, we
>don't. Sign here."
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>
>
> "Relax, the handcuffs are tight because they're new. They'll stretch
>out after you wear them awhile."
>
>
> Take your hands off the car, and I'll make your birth certificate a
>worthless document."
>
>
> "If you run, you'll only go to jail tired."
>
>
> "Can you run faster than 1,200 feet per second? In case you didn't
>know, that is the average speed of a 9 mm bullet fired from my gun."
>
>
> "So you don't know how fast you were going. I guess that means I can
>write anything I want on the ticket, huh?"
>
>
> "Yes, Sir, you can talk to the shift supervisor, but I don't think
>it will help. Oh ... did I mention that I am the shift supervisor?"
>
>
> "Warning! You want a warning? O.K., I'm warning you not to do that
>again or I'll give you another ticket."
>
>
> "The answer to this last question will determine whether you are
>drunk or not. Was Mickey Mouse a cat or a dog?"
>
>
> "Fair? You want me to be fair? Listen, fair is a place where you go
>to ride on rides, eat cotton candy, and step in monkey poop."
>
>
> "Yeah, we have a quota. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster
>oven."
>
>
> "In God we trust, all others we run through NCIC."
>
>
> "Just how big were those two beers?"
>
>
> "No sir we don't have quotas anymore. We used to have quotas but now
>we're allowed to write as many tickets as we want."
>
>
> "I'm glad to hear the Chief of Police is a good personal friend of
>yours. At least you know someone who can post your bail."
>
>
> "You didn't think we give pretty women tickets? You're right, we
>don't. Sign here."