Warden: do you have a permit for all these fish?
Man: no sir. These are all my pet fish.
Warden: your pet fish? How’s that?
Man: well, every night I take all my pet fish for a walk to the lake, I let them swim for about half hour and then I whistle and they all come back and jump in my basket and we go home. We do this every night.
Warden: Well that’s just a crock of lies!!
Man: here I’ll show you… (Releases the fish in the lake)
Warden: well this I got to see!!
5 minutes later…
Warden: well??
Man: what?
Warden: the fish!! Where’s your pet fish??
Man: what fish??
No surprise with the low IQ numbers they look for when hiring
Smart fisherman too
Way smarter than the cop
Cops sergeant,
Didn,t that story sound a little fishy to you officer troutski?
Nice,Jedi mind trick. No droids here.,
That’s way funny. If I got as far as putting the fish back I would’ve whistled or called them to me and when they didn’t come back I’d act shocked and declare, well, that’s the first time that’s ever happened! And then go back and earnestly try again calling them by their given names. And then with anger demand to them that they come back right now. Wow. I could drag this out into a mini series event. Ha ha ha etc. Thanks for the chuckle.
LOL, reminds me of a story my gradpa used to tell us. He was from Tenn, apalachia. He and his uncle went fishing, he was a kid and didn’t need a license, his uncle didn’t believe in getting a license for taking what was everyone’s [we are keetowah/aniyunwiya]. The game warden showed up and my great-great uncle told my grand-father to run. The game warden chased my grand-father and when he caught up with him found out that he was under age. He asked my grand-father why he ran. My grand-father told the officer “So my uncle could get away.” 😀