The blond cop

A blond woman was speeding down the road in her little red sports car, and was pulled over by a female police officer who was also a blonde.

The blond cop asked to see the blond driver's license.

The driver dug through her purse and was getting progressively more agitated. "What does it look like?" she finally asked.

The policewoman replied, "It's square and it has your picture on it."

The driver finally found a square mirror in her purse, looked at it, and handed it to the policewoman.

"Here it is," she said.

The blond officer looked at the mirror, then handed it back saying, "Okay, you can go. I didn't realize you were a cop."

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  1. "WOUNDERFUL POEM I CAME ACROSS" pass it on friends.......

    Went to a party Mom,

    I remembered what you said.

    You told me not to drink, Mom,

    So I drank soda instead.

    I really felt proud inside, Mom,

    The way you said I would.

    I didn't drink and drive, Mom,

    Even though the others said I should.

    I know I did the right thing, Mom,

    I know you are always right.

    Now the party is finally ending, Mom,

    As everyone is driving out of sight.

    As I got into my car, Mom,

    I knew I'd get home in one piece.

    Because of the way you raised me,

    So responsible and sweet.

    I started to drive away, Mom,

    But as I pulled out into the road,

    The other car didn't see me, Mom,

    And hit me like a load.

    As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,

    I hear the policeman say,

    "The other guy is drunk," Mom,

    And now I'm the one who will pay.

    I'm lying here dying, Mom....

    I wish you'd get here soon.

    How could this happen to me, Mom?

    My life just burst like a balloon.

    There is blood all around me, Mom,

    And most of it is mine.

    I hear the medic say, Mom,

    I'll die in a short time.

    I just wanted to tell you, Mom,

    I swear I didn't drink.

    It was the others, Mom.

    The others didn't think.

    He was probably at the same party as I.

    The only difference is, he drank

    And I will die.

    Why do people drink, Mom?

    It can ruin your whole life.

    I'm feeling sharp pains now.

    Pains just like a knife.

    The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,

    And I don't think it's fair.

    I'm lying here dying

    And all he can do is stare.

    Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.

    Tell Daddy to be brave.

    And when I go to heaven, Mom,

    Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.

    Someone should have told him, Mom,

    Not to drink and drive.

    If only they had told him, Mom,

    I would still be alive.

    My breath is getting shorter, Mom.

    I'm becoming very scared.

    Please don't cry for me, Mom.

    When I needed you, you were always there.

    I have one last question, Mom.

    Before I say good bye.

    I didn't drink and drive,

    So why am I the one to die?

    Someone took the effort to write this poem. So please, forward this

    to as many people as you can. And see if we can get a chain going

    around the world that will make people understand that drinking and

    driving don't mix.