An Arizona Highway Patrol officer stops a Harley rider

An Arizona Highway Patrol officer stops a Harley rider for traveling faster than the posted speed limit.
He asks the old biker his name.

“Fred.” He replies.

“Fred what?” The officer asks.

“Just Fred.” The old man responds.

The officer is in a good mood and thinks he might give the old biker a break and write him a warning instead of a ticket.

The officer then presses him for the last name.

The old man tells him that he used to have a last name, but lost it.

The officer thinks that he has a nut case on his hands but plays along with it.

“Tell me, Fred, how did you lose your last name?’

The old biker replies. “It’s a long story, so stay with me. I was born Fred Johnson. I studied hard and got good grades. When I got older, I realized that I wanted to be a doctor. I went through college, medical school, internship, and residency, and finally got my degree, so I was Fred Johnson, MD. After a while, I got bored being a doctor, so I decided to go back to school. Dentistry was my dream! I got through school and got my degree, so then I was Fred Johnson, MD, DDS. I got bored doing dentistry, so I started fooling around with my assistant and she gave me VD, so now I was Fred Johnson, MD, DDS, with VD. Well, the ADA found out about the VD, so they took away my DDS. Then I was Fred Johnson, MD, with VD. Then the AMA found out about the ADA taking away my DDS because of the VD, so they took away my MD leaving me as Fred Johnson with VD.
Then the VD took away my Johnson, so now I am Just Fred.”

The officer walked away in tears, laughing…

LOL!! Hope this joke will make you smile!

Have a nice day!!

A police officer in a small town.

A police officer stopped a motorist who was speeding down Main Street.
“But officer…” The man began, “I can explain.”

“Just be quiet,” the officer snapped. “I’m going to let you cool your heels in jail until the chief returns.”

“But officer, I just wanted to say…”

“And I said to keep quiet! You’re going to jail!”

A few hours later the officer looked in on his prisoner.

The guy looked down, so to cheer him up a bit he said, “Lucky for you that the chief is at his daughter’s wedding. He’ll be in a good mood when he gets back.”

“Don’t count on it,” came the gloomy answer from the cell.

“I’m the groom.”

LOL!!

Hope this joke will make you smile! Have a nice day!!

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