Joe and Fred, two friends, met each day to watch the pigeons.
One day Joe didn't show up. Hadn't shown up for a week or so, so Fred really got worried. However, since the only time they ever got together was at the park, Fred didn't know where Joe lived, so he was unable to find out what had happened to him.
A month had passed, and Fred figured he had seen the last of Joe, but one day, Fred approached the park and lo and behold!--there sat Joe! Fred was very excited and happy to see him and told him so. Then he said, 'For crying out loud Joe, what in the world happened to you?'
Joe replied, 'I have been in jail.'
'Jail!' cried Fred. What in the world for?'
'Well,' Joe said, 'you know Sue, that cute little blonde waitress at the coffee shop where I sometimes go?'
'Yeah,' said Fred, 'I remember her. What about her?
'Well, the little gold-digging bitch figured I was rich and she filed rape charges against me; and, at 89 years old, I was so proud that when I got into court, I pleaded 'guilty'.
'The judge gave me 30 days for perjury.'
One day Joe didn't show up. Hadn't shown up for a week or so, so Fred really got worried. However, since the only time they ever got together was at the park, Fred didn't know where Joe lived, so he was unable to find out what had happened to him.
A month had passed, and Fred figured he had seen the last of Joe, but one day, Fred approached the park and lo and behold!--there sat Joe! Fred was very excited and happy to see him and told him so. Then he said, 'For crying out loud Joe, what in the world happened to you?'
Joe replied, 'I have been in jail.'
'Jail!' cried Fred. What in the world for?'
'Well,' Joe said, 'you know Sue, that cute little blonde waitress at the coffee shop where I sometimes go?'
'Yeah,' said Fred, 'I remember her. What about her?
'Well, the little gold-digging bitch figured I was rich and she filed rape charges against me; and, at 89 years old, I was so proud that when I got into court, I pleaded 'guilty'.
'The judge gave me 30 days for perjury.'
