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A little Joke to help put a smile on a brothers face:
A mature (since 04) FOG gets pulled over for speeding...
Older FOG: Is there a problem, Officer?
Officer : Sir, you were speeding...and/or in some states smoking in your car...
Older FOG: Oh, I see.
Officer : Can I see your license please?
Older FOG: I'd give it to you but I don't have one.
Officer : Don't have one?
Older FOG: Lost it, 4 years ago for drunk driving after a Killer Herf with AVB...Do you know him?
Officer : I see...Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.
Older FOG: I can't do that.
Officer : Why not?
Older FOG: I stole this car.
Officer : Stole it?
Older FOG: Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner. He tryed to off some fake Cuban's on me but Wilkey called him out.
Officer : You what?
Older FOG: His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want
to see. Some of the bags are three or five finger.
The Officer looks at the FOG and slowly backs away to his car and
calls for back up. Within minutes 5 police cars circle the car. A senior
officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.
Officer 2: Sir, could you step out of your vehicle please!
The FOG steps out of his vehicle and smoke bellows everywhere.
Older FOG: Is there a problem sir?
Officer 2: One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and
murdered the owner.
Older FOG: Murdered the owner?
Officer 2: Yes, could you open the trunk of your car, please.
The FOG opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk and a bag od heart felt beads.
Officer 2: Is this your car you Fuggin Old Guy?
Older FOG: Yes, here are the registration papers.
The Senior officer (Ironically named Rod) is quite stunned.
Officer 2: One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving
license.
The FOG digs into his Travel Humidor and pulls out a handful of used cigar bands and his ID and a cigar diary, he hands
it all to the officer.
The officer examines the license. He looks quite puzzled over the diary and bands.
Officer 2: Thank you sir, one of my officers told me you didn't have
a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up
the owner for selling fake Cubans.
Older FOG: I'll Bet that damn liar told you I was speeding, too.
Don't Mess With FOG's
:laugh: :laugh:
A mature (since 04) FOG gets pulled over for speeding...
Older FOG: Is there a problem, Officer?
Officer : Sir, you were speeding...and/or in some states smoking in your car...
Older FOG: Oh, I see.
Officer : Can I see your license please?
Older FOG: I'd give it to you but I don't have one.
Officer : Don't have one?
Older FOG: Lost it, 4 years ago for drunk driving after a Killer Herf with AVB...Do you know him?
Officer : I see...Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.
Older FOG: I can't do that.
Officer : Why not?
Older FOG: I stole this car.
Officer : Stole it?
Older FOG: Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner. He tryed to off some fake Cuban's on me but Wilkey called him out.
Officer : You what?
Older FOG: His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want
to see. Some of the bags are three or five finger.
The Officer looks at the FOG and slowly backs away to his car and
calls for back up. Within minutes 5 police cars circle the car. A senior
officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.
Officer 2: Sir, could you step out of your vehicle please!
The FOG steps out of his vehicle and smoke bellows everywhere.
Older FOG: Is there a problem sir?
Officer 2: One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and
murdered the owner.
Older FOG: Murdered the owner?
Officer 2: Yes, could you open the trunk of your car, please.
The FOG opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk and a bag od heart felt beads.
Officer 2: Is this your car you Fuggin Old Guy?
Older FOG: Yes, here are the registration papers.
The Senior officer (Ironically named Rod) is quite stunned.
Officer 2: One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving
license.
The FOG digs into his Travel Humidor and pulls out a handful of used cigar bands and his ID and a cigar diary, he hands
it all to the officer.
The officer examines the license. He looks quite puzzled over the diary and bands.
Officer 2: Thank you sir, one of my officers told me you didn't have
a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up
the owner for selling fake Cubans.
Older FOG: I'll Bet that damn liar told you I was speeding, too.
Don't Mess With FOG's
:laugh: :laugh:
