..”The cop said, “Don’t talk to me, talk to the chief when he gets in.”The driver says, “But I...”The cop says, “I’m not talking to yo.... Talk to the chief.”5 hours later, the cop checks on the cell and says to the guy, “Don’t worry, the chief is marrying off his daughter today. He’ll be in a good mood.”The guy says, “Don’t be too sure. I’m the groom.”What do you call a white bear that has sex with both male and female bears?Bi-polar.Why are tennis players such bad paramours?Because for them,. The first time we went out we went to the bowling alley up the street from my house we spent the evening drinking beer and shootin pool we got a pretty good glow goin and loosened up with a little flirtin and dirty jokes and I also took advantage of the fact that she needed help guiding her stick and taking the long shots and I was right there to help, Right behind her with my arms around her brushing against her breasts enough to make her nipples hard she was slightly bent at the waist leaning. McNallen’s office. I was dressed in my Junior Rodeo snap button shirt, cowgirl boots and last year’s jeans. I thought I looked hot.Mr. McNallen said there was no way I was getting out of the biology lab stuff and so I’d be hacking away at all those poor animals just like the rest of the kids. I guess I got pretty excited when I started arguing with him. Every once in awhile one of the snap buttons on my shirt would unsnap. I didn’t think anything of it at first, but when I saw how he was seemed. The bedroom myhusband and I share. The lights are not turned on, butthe room is not completely dark. Silvery light comesfrom the windows on the outer wall and illuminates thebed, covers neatly folded at the foot, one of my dutiesthis afternoon.“Go lay down,” he says. “On your stomach.” I KNOW he isgoing to draw this out, and I am ready NOW- but I obey,propping my head on my crossed arms and looking back athim, waiting.He unbuttons his shirt, folds it. “Now you are.