Just a little joke to fill in a few minutes of your time.....
An Aussie is flat out across the plains on his Kawasaki ZZR1100 road
bike, really enjoying himself. So much so that he fails to see a cop
car with radar behind a rock. The car pulls out and gives chase with
all its lights flashing and the biker decides to pull over.
The cop approaches him with clipboard in hand and asks routinely:
"Good day. Is this your bike, sir?"
"Nope" replies the biker, taking off his helmet. "I stole it back
there in Perth."
"You're admitting this is a stolen bike?" says the cop, incredulous.
"Sure I am" says the man, "because sure as hell all that white powder
in the panniers is nothing to do with me!"
"Drugs?" squeals the cop, having exchanged the clipboard for his
pistol. "Are you saying you are in possession of drugs?"
"Look, you're obviously a bit slow" says the biker patiently. "The
guns in the top box are MINE, the drugs in the panniers are nothing
to do with me!"
"Firearms?" screams the cop, scrambling for his radio. "You're
admitting you are carrying GUNS?????"
"Take a look if you don't believe me" says the biker, laconically
lighting up a cig.
But the cop backs off 15 meters, gun drawn, and yells into his radio
for emergency back up.
Ten minutes later an enormous helicopter chop-chops over the horizon,
lands on the highway 50 meters away and 8 policemen in kevlar body
armour race out with sub machine guns drawn. A tough looking white
haired man in a Very senior uniform gets out and walks calmly up to
the biker, who is still equally calmly smoking his cig and admiring
the chopper.
"This your bike son?" asks the very senior officer.
"Yes sir!" replies the biker and produces the ownership papers from
the top pocket of his leathers.
"Strange. This officer behind me says you stole it and you have drugs
in the panniers."
"Well" said the biker, "he HAS been acting a bit strange. Take a
look, they are empty." And empty, indeed, they were.
"He says you have guns in that top box" says the main man, warming
just a little.
"No sir. Just a few fresh ham sandwiches my wife packed this morning.
Here, would you like one?"
The older man scratches his head and looks around at the now
dumbfounded patrolman, radio, gun and clipboard hanging limply from
his hands.
"Well, there's a lot here that doesn't add up" he admits, slowly
scratching his head.
"Yessir" agreed the biker. "Next thing, the bastard will tell you I
was speeding!"
Thankfully one or two hundred baht will take care of the situation in Thailand
An Aussie is flat out across the plains on his Kawasaki ZZR1100 road
bike, really enjoying himself. So much so that he fails to see a cop
car with radar behind a rock. The car pulls out and gives chase with
all its lights flashing and the biker decides to pull over.
The cop approaches him with clipboard in hand and asks routinely:
"Good day. Is this your bike, sir?"
"Nope" replies the biker, taking off his helmet. "I stole it back
there in Perth."
"You're admitting this is a stolen bike?" says the cop, incredulous.
"Sure I am" says the man, "because sure as hell all that white powder
in the panniers is nothing to do with me!"
"Drugs?" squeals the cop, having exchanged the clipboard for his
pistol. "Are you saying you are in possession of drugs?"
"Look, you're obviously a bit slow" says the biker patiently. "The
guns in the top box are MINE, the drugs in the panniers are nothing
to do with me!"
"Firearms?" screams the cop, scrambling for his radio. "You're
admitting you are carrying GUNS?????"
"Take a look if you don't believe me" says the biker, laconically
lighting up a cig.
But the cop backs off 15 meters, gun drawn, and yells into his radio
for emergency back up.
Ten minutes later an enormous helicopter chop-chops over the horizon,
lands on the highway 50 meters away and 8 policemen in kevlar body
armour race out with sub machine guns drawn. A tough looking white
haired man in a Very senior uniform gets out and walks calmly up to
the biker, who is still equally calmly smoking his cig and admiring
the chopper.
"This your bike son?" asks the very senior officer.
"Yes sir!" replies the biker and produces the ownership papers from
the top pocket of his leathers.
"Strange. This officer behind me says you stole it and you have drugs
in the panniers."
"Well" said the biker, "he HAS been acting a bit strange. Take a
look, they are empty." And empty, indeed, they were.
"He says you have guns in that top box" says the main man, warming
just a little.
"No sir. Just a few fresh ham sandwiches my wife packed this morning.
Here, would you like one?"
The older man scratches his head and looks around at the now
dumbfounded patrolman, radio, gun and clipboard hanging limply from
his hands.
"Well, there's a lot here that doesn't add up" he admits, slowly
scratching his head.
"Yessir" agreed the biker. "Next thing, the bastard will tell you I
was speeding!"
Thankfully one or two hundred baht will take care of the situation in Thailand
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