1 March 2015 – Amusements
Harry had a bit of a drinking problem.
Every night, after dinner, he took off for the local watering hole, spent the entire evening there and arrived home, well inebriated, around midnight each night. He always had trouble getting his key into the keyhole and getting the door opened.
His wife, waiting up for him, would go to the door and let him in. Then she would proceed to yell and scream at him for his constant nights out and his returned drunken state. But Harry continued his nightly routine.
One day, the wife, distraught by it all, talked to a friend about her husband’s behavior. The friend listened to her and then asked, “Why don’t you treat him a little differently when he comes home? Instead of berating him, why don’t you give him some loving words and welcome him home with a kiss? He then might change his ways.”
The wife thought it was worth trying. That night, Harry took off again after dinner. Around midnight, he arrived home in his usual condition. His wife heard Harry at the door and let him in. This time, instead of berating him as she had always done, she took his arm and led him into the living room. She sat him down in an easy chair, put his feet up on the ottoman and took his shoes off. Then she went behind him and started to cuddle him a little. After a while, she said to him, “It’s pretty late. I think we had better go upstairs to bed now, don’t you?”
At that, Harry replied in his inebriated state, “I guess we might as well. I’ll get yelled at if I go home anyway!”
The following were (allegedly) taken from actual police car videos around the country.
#15 “Relax, the handcuffs are tight because they’re new. They’ll stretch after you wear them a while.”
# 14 “If you take your hands off the car, I’ll make your birth certificate a worthless document.”
#13 “If you run, you’ll only go to jail tired.”
#12 “Can you run faster than 1200 feet per second? Because that’s the speed of the bullet that’ll be chasing you.”
#11 “You don’t know how fast you were going? I guess that means I can write anything I want to on the ticket, huh?”
#10 “Yes, sir, you can talk to the shift supervisor, but I don’t think it will help. Oh, did I mention that I’m the shift supervisor?”
#9 “Warning! You want a warning? O. K., I’m warning you not to do that again or I’ll give you another ticket.”
#8 “The answer to this last question will determine whether you are drunk or not. Was Mickey Mouse a cat or a dog?”
#7 “Fair? You want me to be fair? Listen, fair is a place where you go to ride on rides, eat cotton candy, and corn dogs and step in monkey poo. ”
#6 “Yeah, we have a quota. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster oven.”
#5 “In God we trust, all others we run through NCIC.”
#4 “How big were those ‘Just two beers’ you say you had?”
#3 “No sir, we don’t have quotas anymore. We used to, but now we’re allowed to write as many tickets as we can.”
#2 “I’m glad to hear that chief (of Police) Hawker is a personal friend of yours. So you know someone who can post your bail.”
and the best comment (at least as far as whomever compiled this list is concerned):
#1 “You didn’t think we give pretty women tickets? You’re right, we don’t. Sign here.”
I’m reasonably sure we’ve had this at least once before?
Bill, Jim, and Scott were at a convention together and were sharing a large suite on the top of a 75-story skyscraper. After a long day of meetings they were shocked to hear that the elevators in their hotel were broken and they would have to climb 75 flights of stairs to get to their room.
Bill said to Jim and Scott, “Let’s break the monotony of this unpleasant task by concentrating on something interesting. I’ll tell jokes for 25 flights, and Jim can sing songs for 25 flights, and Scott can tell sad stories the rest of the way.”
At the 26th floor Bill stopped telling jokes and Jim began to sing. At the 51st floor Jim stopped singing and Scott began to tell sad stories.
“I will tell my saddest story first,” he said. “I left the room key in the car!”
And, a bonus amusement shared by a Facebook friend:
One day a florist went to a barber for a haircut. After the cut, he asked about his bill, and the barber replied, ‘I cannot accept money from you, I’m doing community service this week.’
The florist was pleased and left the shop.
When the barber went to open his shop the next morning, there was a ‘thank you’ card and a dozen roses waiting for him at his door. Later, a cop comes in for a haircut, and when he tries to pay his bill, the barber again replied, ‘I cannot accept money from you, I’m doing community service this week.’ The cop was happy and left the shop. The next morning when the barber went to open up, there was a ‘thank you’ card and a dozen doughnuts waiting for him at his door.
Then a Member of Parliament came in for a haircut, and when he went to pay his bill, the barber again replied, ‘I cannot accept money from you. I’m doing community service this week.’ The Member of Parliament was very happy and left the shop.
The next morning, when the barber went to open up, there were a dozen Members of Parliament lined up waiting for a free haircut.
And that, my friends, illustrates the fundamental difference between the citizens of our country and the politicians who run it.