DR PROWLER
01-20-2010, 02:33 PM
A little old lady was walking down the street dragging two large bin liners behind her.
One of the bags was ripped and every few steps a £20 note fell out.
A passing policeman noticed and stopped her, "S’cuse me madam, did you know there are £20 notes falling out of your bag?"
"Oh really? Bugger!" said the little old lady. "I'd better go back and pick them up. Thanks for telling me."
“Well, now, not so fast," said the policeman, “Where did you get all that money? You didn't steal it, did you?"
"Oh, no, no", said the little old lady. "You see, my back yard is right next to the football stadium. On game days, a lot of fans come and pee through a hole in my fence, right into my flowers. It used to really tick me off. Kills the flowers, you know. Then I thought, 'why not make the best of it?’ So now, on game days, I stand behind the fence, real quiet, with my hedge clippers. Every time some guy sticks his doodle through my fence, I grab hold of it and say, 'O.K. Mister, now give me £20, or off it comes.'
"Well, that seems only fair," said the policeman, laughing. "OK. Good luck! Oh…. by the way, what's in the other bag?"
"Well, you know", said the little old lady, "not everybody pays."
One of the bags was ripped and every few steps a £20 note fell out.
A passing policeman noticed and stopped her, "S’cuse me madam, did you know there are £20 notes falling out of your bag?"
"Oh really? Bugger!" said the little old lady. "I'd better go back and pick them up. Thanks for telling me."
“Well, now, not so fast," said the policeman, “Where did you get all that money? You didn't steal it, did you?"
"Oh, no, no", said the little old lady. "You see, my back yard is right next to the football stadium. On game days, a lot of fans come and pee through a hole in my fence, right into my flowers. It used to really tick me off. Kills the flowers, you know. Then I thought, 'why not make the best of it?’ So now, on game days, I stand behind the fence, real quiet, with my hedge clippers. Every time some guy sticks his doodle through my fence, I grab hold of it and say, 'O.K. Mister, now give me £20, or off it comes.'
"Well, that seems only fair," said the policeman, laughing. "OK. Good luck! Oh…. by the way, what's in the other bag?"
"Well, you know", said the little old lady, "not everybody pays."