WHO SAYS COPS DON'T HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR?
>"Relax, the handcuffs are tight because they're new. They'll stretch out after you wear them awhile."
>"Take your hands off the car, and I'll make your birth certificate a worthless document."
>"If you run, you'll only go to jail tired."
>"Can you run faster than 1,200 feet per second? In case you didn't know, that is the average speed of a 9 mm bullet fired from my gun."
>"So you don't know how fast you were going. I guess that means I can write anything I want on the ticket, huh?"
>"Yes, Sir, you can talk to the shift supervisor, but I don't think it will help. Oh . did I mention that I am the shift supervisor?"
>"Warning! You want a warning? O.K., I'm warning you not to do that again or I'll give you another ticket."
>"The answer to this last question will determine whether you are drunk or not. Was Mickey Mouse a cat or a dog?"
>"Fair? You want me to be fair? Listen, fair is a place where you go to ride on rides, eat cotton candy, and step in monkey poop."
>"Yeah, we have a quota. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster oven."
>"In God we trust, all others we run through NCIC."
>"Just how big were those two beers?"
>"No sir we don't have quotas anymore. We used to have quotas but now we're allowed to write as many tickets as we want."
>"I'm glad to hear the Chief of Police is a good personal friend of yours. At least you know someone who can post your bail."
>"You didn't think we give pretty women tickets? You're right, we don't. Sign here."
>"Relax, the handcuffs are tight because they're new. They'll stretch out after you wear them awhile."
>"Take your hands off the car, and I'll make your birth certificate a worthless document."
>"If you run, you'll only go to jail tired."
>"Can you run faster than 1,200 feet per second? In case you didn't know, that is the average speed of a 9 mm bullet fired from my gun."
>"So you don't know how fast you were going. I guess that means I can write anything I want on the ticket, huh?"
>"Yes, Sir, you can talk to the shift supervisor, but I don't think it will help. Oh . did I mention that I am the shift supervisor?"
>"Warning! You want a warning? O.K., I'm warning you not to do that again or I'll give you another ticket."
>"The answer to this last question will determine whether you are drunk or not. Was Mickey Mouse a cat or a dog?"
>"Fair? You want me to be fair? Listen, fair is a place where you go to ride on rides, eat cotton candy, and step in monkey poop."
>"Yeah, we have a quota. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster oven."
>"In God we trust, all others we run through NCIC."
>"Just how big were those two beers?"
>"No sir we don't have quotas anymore. We used to have quotas but now we're allowed to write as many tickets as we want."
>"I'm glad to hear the Chief of Police is a good personal friend of yours. At least you know someone who can post your bail."
>"You didn't think we give pretty women tickets? You're right, we don't. Sign here."
