Stretcher Jokes

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    Bob, was driving home over the Golden Gate Bridge after spending a great day out on the ocean fishing. His catch, cleaned and filleted, was wrapped in newspaper on the passenger side floor. He was late getting home and was speeding. Wouldn't you know it, a cop jumped out, radar gun in hand, motioned him to the side of the bridge. Bob pulled over like a good citizen.
    The cop walked up to the window and said, "You know how fast you were going, BOY?"
    Bob thought for a second and said, "Uhh, 35?"
    "SIXTY-SEVEN mph, son!" 67 mph in a 55 zone!" said the cop.
    "But if you already knew, officer" replied Bob, "Why did you ask me?"
    Fuming over Bob's answer, the officer growled, in his normal sarcastic fashion, "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 more...

    Bob was driving home over the Golden Gate Bridge at about 90mph. Wouldn't you know a cop jumped out and clocked him with radar. Bob pulled over like a good citizen; recalling Rodney King and recent illegal alien incidents. The cop walked up to the window and said, "You know how fast you were going BOY?!?" Bob thought for a second and asked, "Uhhh, over 55?" "93mph son! 93mph in a 55 zone!" "But if you already knew," replied Bob, "Why did you ask me?" Ignoring Bob, the officer continued, in his normal charming fashion, "That's speeding and your getting a ticket and a fine!" The cop took a good look at the Bob 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 recanted, "I've got a job! I have a good, well paying job!" The cop leaned in the window, and with the smell of day old donuts on his breath, said, "What kind of a job would a bum more...

    Bob, a lawyer, was driving home over the Golden Gate Bridge after spending a great day out on the ocean fishing. His catch, cleaned and filleted, was wrapped in newspaper on the passenger side floor.
    He was late getting home and was speeding. Wouldn't you know, a cop jumped out, radar gun in hand, motioned him to the side of the bridge. Bob pulled over like a good citizen. The cop walked up to the window and said, "You know how fast you were going, BOY?"
    Bob thought for a second and said, "Uhh, 60?" "67 mph, son! 67 mph in a 55 zone!" said the cop.
    "But if you already knew, officer" replied Bob, "Why did you ask me?"
    Fuming over Bob's answer, the officer growled, in his normal sarcastic fashion, "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 more...

    Bob was driving home after a day at the construction site; over the Golden Gate Bridge at about 90mph.
    Wouldn't you know a cop jumped out and clocked him with radar. Bob pulled over like a good citizen; recalling Rodney King and recent illegal alien incidents.
    The cop walked up to the window and said, "You know how fast you were going BOY?" Ignoring Bob, the officer continued, in his normal charming fashion, "That's speeding and your getting a ticket and a fine!"
    The cop took a good look at the young bob 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 said, "I've got a job! I have a good, well paying job!"
    The cop leaned in the window, and with the smell of day old donuts on his breath, said, "What kind of a job would a bum like you have?"
    "I'm a cunt stretcher," replied Bob.
    "What you say, BOY?!!" asked the patrolman. more...

    While she was "flying" down the road yesterday, a woman passed
    over a bridge only to find a cop with a radar gun on the other side
    lying in wait.
    The cop pulled her over, walked up to the car, with
    that classic patronizing smirk we all know and love, asked, "What's
    your hurry?"
    To which she replied, "I'm late for work."
    "Oh yeah," said the cop, "what do you do?"
    I'm a rectum stretcher," she responded.
    The cop stammered, "A what? A rectum stretcher? And just what does a rectum stretcher do?"
    Well," she said, "I start by inserting one finger, then work my way up to two fingers, then three, then four, then with my whole hand in. I work from side to side until I can get both hands in, and then I slowly but surely
    stretch it, until it's about 6 feet wide."
    "And just what the hell do you do with a 6 foot asshole?" he asked.
    "You give him a radar more...

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