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18 hours ago, tifino said:

 

 

Well booger.. I think my licence might be in jeopardy.. 
and all just because of a stupid Hwy Patrol...
The conversation went like this, when I got pulled over on my bike:
Cop: "LicenCe and registration, please, I think you are drunk!"
Me: "I assure you, I did not drink anything."
Cop: "Ok' let's do a little test!

 - Imagine driving in the dark on a highway at night, when you see two lights in the distance; What is this?"
Me: "A car."
Cop:"Of course! But which one? A Mercedes, an Audi or a Ford?"
Me:"I have no idea!"
Cop:"So, you're drunk."
Me:"But I didn't drink anything."
‎Cop:"Okay, one more test -- Imagine, you drive in the dark on a highway at night, and there is one light coming at you. What is it?‎
Me:"A motorcycle."
Cop:"Of course! But which one? A Honda, a Kawasaki or a Harley?"
Me:"I have no idea!"
Cop:"As I suspected, you're drunk!"


Then I started to get annoyed and asked a counter question.
Me: "So... counter question -- You're driving in the dark on a highway at night and see a woman on the roadside. She wears a mini skirt, fishnet stockings, high heeled shoes and only a bra as a top. What is this?"
Cop:"A prostitute of course."
Me:"Yes, but which one? Your daughter, your wife or your mother?"
Things sorta went downhill from there, and now I have a court date to attend... 

 

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OK I'll bite. I'm not sure what I am supposed to see here.

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Ever since childhood Frank has had the fear of someone hiding under his bed.
He decides to visit a psychiatrist and tells him about his phobia.

"Every time I go to bed, I'm afraid there's someone underneath it it's driving me crazy!"

"Put your trust in me," says the psychiatrist.
"Come and see me three times a week, for a year.
I will be able to help you get rid of your fears."
"What is it going to cost me?"
"$600 per visit."

"Thank you, I'll go think about it." Frank replied.

After about six months, the two run into each other on the street again.
"Why did you not come to see me then ?" asks the psychiatrist.

"After I left you there, I went for a drink and lamented my fate with the Barman.
We worked out that at $600 per visit, it would cost me $153,000!

The bartender then offered to heal me for only $20, it was the best $20 I've ever spent!
I was so delighted that I summarily bought myself a new car with the money I saved."
"Is that so ?" says the psychiatrist scornfully, "And how, if I may ask, did this barman cure you?"

"He told me to saw off the bed's legs.
There is no way anyone can hide under it now!”


THE LESSON:
It's always better to get a second opinion.
Forget about psychiatrists, have a drink and consult the barman

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1 hour ago, ballpoint said:

Someone has glued my pack of cards together.

I don't know how to deal with it.
 

You really are quite a card aren't you.

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