Bob, a lawyer, was driving home over the Golden Gate Bridge after
spending a great day on the ocean fishing. His catch, cleaned and
filleted, was wrapped in newspaper on the passenger-side floor. He was
late getting home and was speeding... Wouldn't you know that a cop
jumped out, radar gun in hand, and motioned him to the side of the
bridge. Bob pulled over like a good citizen.

The cop walked up to the window and said, "You know how fast you were
going, boy?"

Bob thought for a second and said, "Uh, 60?"

"67 miles per hour, son! 67 miles per hour in a 55 zone!" said the cop.

"But if you already knew, officer," replied Bob, "why did you ask me?"

Fuming over Bob's answer, the officer growled and said in his sarcastic
fashion, "That's speeding, and you're getting a ticket and a fine!"

The cop took a good close look at Bob in his stained fishing attire and
said, "You don't even look like you have a job! Why, I've never seen
anyone so scruffy in my entire life!"

Bob answered, "I've got a job! I have a good, well-paying job!"

The cop leaned in the window, smelling Bob's fish, and said, "What kind
of job would a bum like you have?"

"I'm a rectum stretcher!" replied Bob.

"What did you say, boy?" asked the patrolman.

"I'm a rectum stretcher!"

The cop, scratching his head, asked, "What does a rectum stretcher do?"

Bob explained, "People call me up and say they need to be stretched, so
I go over to their house. I start with a couple of fingers, then a
couple more, then one whole hand, and then two. Then I slowly pull them
farther and farther apart until it's a full six feet across."

The cop, absorbed with these bizarre images in his mind, asked, "What
the hell do you do with a six-foot asshole?"

Bob said, "You give him a radar gun and place him by a bridge!"

that was good 6 foot asshole

Better call Bob's wife, he's in the slammer tonight!

ROFLMAO