#1082: “What are you in for?”
#1081: “For feeding the pigeons in the park.”
#1082: “Just for feeding the pigeons?”
#1081: “Yep! The cops caught me feeding the pigeons to the lions in the zoo.”
#1082: “What are you in for?”
#1081: “For feeding the pigeons in the park.”
#1082: “Just for feeding the pigeons?”
#1081: “Yep! The cops caught me feeding the pigeons to the lions in the zoo.”
A man was convicted of robbery and sentenced to ten years in jail.
His attorney visited him soon afterwards in his cell and told him, “now listen, don’t worry about a thing. I’m going to get you a new trial. I’ve got new evidence. We’ll get a change of venue. I’m getting you a complete new deal and you’ll be free. Just don’t worry about a thing. In the meantime, if you get a chance, try to escape.”
JUDGE: “Mr. Nerpo, you have been acquitted on the charge of bigamy. You can go home now.”
MR. NERPO: “Thanks! But which home?”
There was a crook who pointed his finger at a man and said, “Stick ’em up. I need the money to buy a gun.”
JUDGE: “Who was driving when you ran into the truck?”
PRISONER: “No one was, Your Honor. We were all in the back seat singing!”
Did you hear about the really mean warden? He put slices of bread in the pockets of prisoners before he gave them the electric chair.
JUDGE: “Why do you rob banks?”
CROOK: “Well, Your Honor, that’s where the money is.”
Did you hear about the absent-minded gangster who took a sack with a body in it to the laundry and threw his dirty clothes in the river?
“Tonight, we’re going to burglarize a ladies’ lingerie company,” the boss said to his mob. “And just remember one thing — I don’t want any slips.”
I think the kid next door is going to grow up to be a gangster. For Christmas, he asked Santa Claus for a violin case, a shoulder holster and a ton of cement.
A crook walked up to a man and pointed a gun at him. “Stick ’em up,” he yelled.
“Stick what up?” the victim asked.
“Look, don’t mix me up,” the crook replied. “This is my first job.”
PLAINTIFF: “Your Honor, the defendant drove down my street in his car, hit me and knocked me into some bushes twenty feet away. He’s guilty of reckless driving.”
DEFENDANT: “Maybe I am, Your Honor, but he’s guilty of leaving the scene of an accident.”
GANGSTER: “I wouldn’t say Sharkey writes rubber checks, but I would tell you this. You can dribble his checkbook.”
Did you hear about the robber who was so crooked, he could hide in the shadow of a corkscrew?
Joe Smith is a con man. I’d never trust him. Before I’d agree to one of his deals, I’d see a lawyer. And if the lawyer approved of the deal, I’d see another lawyer.