Excuses, excuses
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A fellow bought a new Mercedes and was out on the interstate for a nice evening drive. The top was down, the breeze was blowing through what was left of his hair, and he decided to open her up. As the needle jumped up to 80 mph, he suddenly saw flashing red and blue lights behind him. "There's no way they can catch a Mercedes," he thought to himself and opened her up further. The needle hit 90, 100... Then the reality of the situation hit him. "What am I doing?" he thought, and pulled over. The cop came up to him, took his license without a word and examined it and the car. "It's been a long day, this is the end of my shift and it's Friday the 13th. I don't feel like more paperwork, so if you can give me an excuse for your driving that I haven't heard before, you can go." The guy thinks for a second and says, "Last week my wife ran off with a cop. I was afraid you were trying to give her back!" "Have a nice weekend," said the officer.
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A fellow bought a new Mercedes and was out on the interstate for a nice evening drive. The top was down, the breeze was blowing through what was left of his hair, and he decided to open her up. As the needle jumped up to 80 mph, he suddenly saw flashing red and blue lights behind him. "There's no way they can catch a Mercedes," he thought to himself and opened her up further. The needle hit 90, 100... Then the reality of the situation hit him. "What am I doing?" he thought, and pulled over. The cop came up to him, took his license without a word and examined it and the car. "It's been a long day, this is the end of my shift and it's Friday the 13th. I don't feel like more paperwork, so if you can give me an excuse for your driving that I haven't heard before, you can go." The guy thinks for a second and says, "Last week my wife ran off with a cop. I was afraid you were trying to give her back!" "Have a nice weekend," said the officer.
That's so old it was originally about stagecoaches. I got stopped speeding once, doing 97 mph in a Fiat Panda. Cop: Do you know how fast you were going sir? Me: Where to? (not a great opener I know, but I didn't want to commit to anything) Cop: You were doing 97. Me: In a Fiat Panda, don't be daft. Cop: Step out of the car please sir. Whilst I was sat in the back of the car going through the formalities, my mate in the passenger seat of my car was fidgeting all over the place. When they commented on this I told them his missus had just left him for a policeman and he wasn't very happy with 'your lot' at the moment. Which was true. Main reason for his agitation was his recent chat with Billy Whizz. Eventually a call came through that there was a bull lose on the main street of a local village (this was 2330 on a Sunday) so they turned me lose and went off to deal with it.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
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A fellow bought a new Mercedes and was out on the interstate for a nice evening drive. The top was down, the breeze was blowing through what was left of his hair, and he decided to open her up. As the needle jumped up to 80 mph, he suddenly saw flashing red and blue lights behind him. "There's no way they can catch a Mercedes," he thought to himself and opened her up further. The needle hit 90, 100... Then the reality of the situation hit him. "What am I doing?" he thought, and pulled over. The cop came up to him, took his license without a word and examined it and the car. "It's been a long day, this is the end of my shift and it's Friday the 13th. I don't feel like more paperwork, so if you can give me an excuse for your driving that I haven't heard before, you can go." The guy thinks for a second and says, "Last week my wife ran off with a cop. I was afraid you were trying to give her back!" "Have a nice weekend," said the officer.
Riccardo Moodley wrote:
There's no way they can catch a Mercedes
With his tendency to make factually incorrect and ridiculous statements like that, it's not surprising his wife left him for a cop!
Regards, Nish
My technology blog: voidnish.wordpress.com
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That's so old it was originally about stagecoaches. I got stopped speeding once, doing 97 mph in a Fiat Panda. Cop: Do you know how fast you were going sir? Me: Where to? (not a great opener I know, but I didn't want to commit to anything) Cop: You were doing 97. Me: In a Fiat Panda, don't be daft. Cop: Step out of the car please sir. Whilst I was sat in the back of the car going through the formalities, my mate in the passenger seat of my car was fidgeting all over the place. When they commented on this I told them his missus had just left him for a policeman and he wasn't very happy with 'your lot' at the moment. Which was true. Main reason for his agitation was his recent chat with Billy Whizz. Eventually a call came through that there was a bull lose on the main street of a local village (this was 2330 on a Sunday) so they turned me lose and went off to deal with it.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
Where do you live? In Italy there is also a version of a Fiat Panda 4x4, so 97 mph which translates to about 160 kilometers per hour would be about in the limits of what is possible. Otherwise I have to be doubtful about your words.... maybe you got fooled by the speedometer, and you were just doing a mere 130 kph, i.e. about 78 mph. :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
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Where do you live? In Italy there is also a version of a Fiat Panda 4x4, so 97 mph which translates to about 160 kilometers per hour would be about in the limits of what is possible. Otherwise I have to be doubtful about your words.... maybe you got fooled by the speedometer, and you were just doing a mere 130 kph, i.e. about 78 mph. :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
UK, this was about 16 or 17 years ago, it was a little blue one litre thing and was great fun, so light and with terrible brakes (like all Italian cars). I once got it to 105 downhill with a favourable wind, but it would regularly nudge against 100mph. It was the policeman who said they had clocked me at 97mph.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.