August 31st Humor

* Eating at a sidewalk café in California our waitress looked like a real surfer girl. Long bond hair, a great tan and athletic build. The girl waited as my wife mulled over the menu then asked the waitress, “Is the roast beef rare?” The girl replied, “Well no! We have it, like every day.”

@ My husband, a state trooper, stopped a motorist for speeding. Instead of signing the ticket and continuing on his way, the driver, who said he knew he had been going over the posted limit, insisted on having a court hearing. The appointed day, Fred and the man appeared before the District Magistrate. Found guilty, the motorist happily paid his fine. Outside the courtroom, my husband asked him why he had bothered going to court. “I came to this country from Russia few years ago, the man explained. I never had the freedom to ask for a hearing. Now I do.”

Q: Why do Democratic politicians never conduct business on the same street where a prostitute is working?
A: Professional courtesy!