Joke Of The... er... Day...
Erm... yeah... You might not get a joke every day...
This one we were told by a customer yesterday...
The Pope is out one day in his Popemobile, driven by one of his guards. Suddenly he says, "Hey... I want a shot driving... Can I have a go?"
His guard says, "I'm sorry, your Grace, but you can't... You don't know how to drive... and you don't have a licence..."
So the Pope says, "Look, this mobile is a Mercedes Benz... German engineering... and I'm German - It'll be a piece of cake!"
His guard is really not too keen on the idea, but the Pope is insistent... so the guard gives in.
The Pope gets in the driver's seat, and the guard has to sit in the Pope's little bubble thing.
Pope sets off like a bat out of Hell, tyres squealing, and clouds of dust flying behind them... but he's not actually doing too bad! The guard's getting a bit calmer, and the Pope is cruising along, well above the speed limit... When, suddenly, blue lights appear behind them, and the police sirens start up!
The guard starts to panic, and tells the Pope to pull over... which he does. The local Plod gets out of his car, and strides over to the Popemobile. He taps on the driver's side window (which is tinted glass), and the Pope rolls the window down. Plod leans forward and says, "Excuse me, Sir...", but then he looks shocked and stammers, "Wait here... I'll be back!"
He stumbles over to his car, and gets on the radio to the Police Station...
"Look here... I've got a bit of a problem... I've just stopped this car that was speeding, but you're not going to believe who the passenger is... It's only God!"
His colleagues back at the nick can barely contain their laughter... "God? Don't be so stupid!"
Plod says.... "It's fucking got to be... The Pope's His driver!"
This one we were told by a customer yesterday...
The Pope is out one day in his Popemobile, driven by one of his guards. Suddenly he says, "Hey... I want a shot driving... Can I have a go?"
His guard says, "I'm sorry, your Grace, but you can't... You don't know how to drive... and you don't have a licence..."
So the Pope says, "Look, this mobile is a Mercedes Benz... German engineering... and I'm German - It'll be a piece of cake!"
His guard is really not too keen on the idea, but the Pope is insistent... so the guard gives in.
The Pope gets in the driver's seat, and the guard has to sit in the Pope's little bubble thing.
Pope sets off like a bat out of Hell, tyres squealing, and clouds of dust flying behind them... but he's not actually doing too bad! The guard's getting a bit calmer, and the Pope is cruising along, well above the speed limit... When, suddenly, blue lights appear behind them, and the police sirens start up!
The guard starts to panic, and tells the Pope to pull over... which he does. The local Plod gets out of his car, and strides over to the Popemobile. He taps on the driver's side window (which is tinted glass), and the Pope rolls the window down. Plod leans forward and says, "Excuse me, Sir...", but then he looks shocked and stammers, "Wait here... I'll be back!"
He stumbles over to his car, and gets on the radio to the Police Station...
"Look here... I've got a bit of a problem... I've just stopped this car that was speeding, but you're not going to believe who the passenger is... It's only God!"
His colleagues back at the nick can barely contain their laughter... "God? Don't be so stupid!"
Plod says.... "It's fucking got to be... The Pope's His driver!"
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