TRAFFIC JUDGE: “For speeding, the penalty is ten days in jail or ten dollars cash.”
MOTORIST: “I’ll take the cash, Your Honor. I can use it.”
TRAFFIC JUDGE: “For speeding, the penalty is ten days in jail or ten dollars cash.”
MOTORIST: “I’ll take the cash, Your Honor. I can use it.”
Plea bargaining has changed the way Americans think. If they arrested Patrick Henry today, he’d probably say, “Give me liberty or make me a deal.”
The gas shortage is certainly affecting crime. Yesterday two hoods robbed a bank of $50,000 and escaped on bicycles.
Did you hear about the nervous hitman whose aim was so bad, he couldn’t rub out an elephant with a machine gun at ten paces?
ATTENTION SHY GIRLS! When dating policemen beware of the long arms of the law.
Did you hear about the dumb bank robber who got caught when he stopped after the job to ask a traffic cop for directions to the highway?
Crooks are bolder than ever. The last time I was robbed, the mugger gave me his card in case I was ever in the neighborhood again.
The crime rate in New York is worse than ever. These days pushcart vendors can make a living selling protection to tourists.
Honesty is a thing of the past. Last week I played a slot machine, and it paid off in wooden nickels.
Q: What do you get if you cross a policeman with an octopus?
A: A cop with eight long arms of the law.
Crime is really bad in the East in the wintertime. During the last blizzard, a bunch of kids made a snowman and five minutes after it was finished, a crook came along and mugged it.
Prison isn’t all that bad. At least you don’t have to worry about where your next meal is coming from.
I live in a high-crime neighborhood. Even our police station has a burglar alarm.
PRISONER: “I’ve got a complaint. The judge sentenced me to prison for the rest of my life.”
WARDEN: “So what’s your complaint?”
PRISONER: “Breaking rocks with a sledgehammer is not my idea of a rest.”
“I know an ex-con who made a fortune in crooked dough.”
“Was he a counterfeiter?”
“No, a pretzel maker.”