Thursday, June 11, 2009

I m the groom.

A traffic cop in a small town stopped a motorist for speeding. "But,
office," pleaded the driver. "I can explain ."

"Save your excuses," said the cop. "You can cool your heels in a cell till
the chief gets back."
"But, officer ."

"Be quiet!" snapped the cop. "You're going in a cell. The chief will deal
with you when he gets back."
A few hours later the officer looked in on the prisoner. "Lucky for you that
the chief's at his daughter's wedding. It means he's sure to be in a good
mood when he gets back."

"Don't count on it." said the prisoner. "I'm the groom."

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