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Skipper and his new car
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A NewYork FOG"Skipper" drove his brand new Corvette convertible out of the dealership. Taking off down the road, he pushed it to 80 mph, enjoying the wind blowing through what little hair he had left.

"Amazing," he thought as he flew down the Interstate, pushing the pedal even more.

Looking in his rear view mirror, he saw a New York State Trooper, blue lights flashing and siren blaring. He floored it to 100 mph, then 110, then
120.

Suddenly he thought, "What am I doing? I'm too old for this!" and pulled over to await the trooper's arrival.

Pulling in behind him, the trooper got out of his vehicle and walked up to the Corvette. He looked at his watch, then said, "Sir, my shift ends in 30
minutes. Today is Friday. If you can give me a new reason for speeding -- a reason I've never before heard -- I'll let this pass."




The FOG Skipper gentleman paused, then said: "Three years ago, my wife ran off with a New York State Trooper. I thought you were bringing her back."

The Trooper said: "Have a nice day." Tongue
As Mr. Mum says "make the time you wont regret it"
2010 the year I got my a$$ handed to me from my fellow SC brothers!
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#2
LMAO
If Sonny had EZ-Pass, he'd have survived that hit...
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#3
LMAO Nice one
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#4
Nice CJ but it was more then 3 years that Skipper left his wife.
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#5
Hahaha... good one John!
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#6
Hilarious!
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#7
LMAO......
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#8
Nice CJ
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We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

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