What do you think of this frickin long joke?!
Question: Bob was driving home after spending a great day on the lake fishing. His catch, cleaned and filleted, was wrapped in newspaper on the passenger side floor. He was late getting home, so he was speeding just a little bit. As he was crossing a bridge, a cop jumped out, radar gun in hand, and motioned Bob to the side of the bridge.
Bob pulled over like a good citizen.
The cop walked up to Bob's car and said "You know how fast you were goin', boy?"
Bob thought for a second and said "Uh, 60?"
"67 MPH, BOY!! 67 MPH in a 55 zone!!!" said the cop.
"If you already knew, why'd you ask me?", Bob snarled back.
Fuming over Bob's answer, the officer growled, "That's speeding, and you're getting a ticket and a fine!" The cop took a good close look at Bob in his stained fishing attire, and said, "You don't even look like you have a job!! Why, I've never seen anyone so scruffy in my entire life!"
Bob answered, "Hey, I've got a job . . . a good job!"
The cop leaned in the window, sniffing the foul air, and said, "What kind of a job would a smelly bum like you have?"
"I'm a rectum stretcher!" Bob replied.
"What the hell does a rectum stretcher do, Boy?" asked the cop.
Bob explained, "When someone needs to be stretched, I'm the one who does it. I start with a couple fingers, then a couple more, and then one hand, then both hands. Then I slowly pull them farther and farther apart until the rectum is a full six feet across."
The cop, absorbed with this bizarre image, asked, "What the hell do you do with a six foot asshole?"
Bob replied, "I guess you give it a radar gun and stick it on the end of a bridge!"
Answers: Bob was driving home after spending a great day on the lake fishing. His catch, cleaned and filleted, was wrapped in newspaper on the passenger side floor. He was late getting home, so he was speeding just a little bit. As he was crossing a bridge, a cop jumped out, radar gun in hand, and motioned Bob to the side of the bridge.
Bob pulled over like a good citizen.
The cop walked up to Bob's car and said "You know how fast you were goin', boy?"
Bob thought for a second and said "Uh, 60?"
"67 MPH, BOY!! 67 MPH in a 55 zone!!!" said the cop.
"If you already knew, why'd you ask me?", Bob snarled back.
Fuming over Bob's answer, the officer growled, "That's speeding, and you're getting a ticket and a fine!" The cop took a good close look at Bob in his stained fishing attire, and said, "You don't even look like you have a job!! Why, I've never seen anyone so scruffy in my entire life!"
Bob answered, "Hey, I've got a job . . . a good job!"
The cop leaned in the window, sniffing the foul air, and said, "What kind of a job would a smelly bum like you have?"
"I'm a rectum stretcher!" Bob replied.
"What the hell does a rectum stretcher do, Boy?" asked the cop.
Bob explained, "When someone needs to be stretched, I'm the one who does it. I start with a couple fingers, then a couple more, and then one hand, then both hands. Then I slowly pull them farther and farther apart until the rectum is a full six feet across."
The cop, absorbed with this bizarre image, asked, "What the hell do you do with a six foot asshole?"
Bob replied, "I guess you give it a radar gun and stick it on the end of a bridge!"
LOL. I love cop jokes
yes, amen, im liking it, very much. very good!
Woulda been funny if I hadn't guessed the answer before reading the punchline.
..i dint see THAT coming... um.. it was ok...(although it was too long an the set up was not as good as it could of been...)
that was long
but very funnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnny!!!!!