So the drunk fisherman walks several yards away and drills another hole.
As he peers into it he again hears a voice say, “There’s no fish down there.”
So he walks about 20 yards away and drills another hole.
Once again the voice says, “There’s no fish down there.”
The fisherman looks up to the sky and asks, “God, is that you?”
“No, you idiot,” says the voice. “It’s the rink manager.”
A police officer pulls over this guy who had been weaving in and out of the lanes.
He goes up to the guy’s window and says, “Sir, I need you to blow into this breathalyzer tube.”
The man says, “Sorry officer I can’t do that. I am an asthmatic.
If I do that I’ll have a really bad asthma attack.”
“Okay, fine.” Sighs the office.
“I need you to come down to the station to give a blood sample.”
“I can’t do that either. I am a hemophiliac.” Says the man. “If I do that, I’ll bleed to death.”
“Well, then we need a urine sample.”
“I’m sorry officer I can’t do that either.
I am also a diabetic.
If I do that I’ll get really low blood sugar.”
“Alright then I need you to come out here and walk this white line.”
“I can’t do that, officer.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m too drunk.”
