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Thursday, September 17, 2015

One day, on the street...


A little old lady was walking down the street, dragging two large trash bags behind her. One of the bags was ripped, and every once in a while a $20 fell out onto the sidewalk. 

Noticing this, a policeman stopped her and said, "Excuse me, ma'am, but there's money falling out of your bag."

"Oh really?" said the lady. "I'd better go back and see if I can find what I've lost! Thanks for letting me know." 

"Well not so fast," says the cop. "Where did you get all that money? You didn't steal it did you?" 

"Oh of course not," says the old lady. "You see, my back yard is right next to a golf course. A lot of golfers come and pee through a knot hole in my fence, right into my flower garden. It used to really tick me off. It kills the flowers, you know. But then I thought, why not make the best of it. 

So now I stand behind the fence by the knot hole, real quiet, with my hedge clippers. Every time some guy sticks his thing through my fence, I surprise him, grab hold of it and say, "Okay, buddy, give me $20 or off it comes!" 

"Well, that seems only fair," said the cop, laughing. "Well, good luck! Oh, by the way, what's in the other bag?" 

"Well, not everybody pays."


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