The Parking Ticket

[john b good]

I went to the store the other day, and I was in there for only about 5

minutes. When I came out there was a motorcycle cop writing a parking

ticket. So I went up to him and said, "Come on, buddy, how about giving a me

a break?" He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. So I called him a

pencil-necked Nazi. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for

worn tires! So I called him a piece of horse ****. He finished the second

ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing

a third ticket! This went on for about 20 minutes ... the more I abused him,

the more tickets he wrote. I didn't care. My car was parked around the

corner. I try to have a little fun each day. It's important.

[drummer]

Hahahahaha. Hahahahaha. Hahaha. Ha. That reminds me. I have some parking tickets to pay for. And I have to get some new tires...