It seems a gentleman had too
much alcohol at a party, was
heading home, and was pulled
over by a state trooper. Upon
being tested, the fellow
couldn't walk a straight line any more than he could drive
one, so the trooper wrote out
a ticket and had just given it to
the driver before an accident
in the opposite lane took his
attention to more important matters. The inebriated driver, figuring
that the trooper wasn't
coming back to him, drove
home and went to bed. he
was awakened in the morning
by a knock at the door, created by two more state troopers. "Are you Mr. Johnson?" the
asked? He admitted that he
was. "Were you pulled over at Main
Street last night for driving
under the influence?" Again,
the man admitted that was he. "And what did you do then,"
the troopers asked." The man
replied that he drove his car
home and went to bed. "Where is your car now?" the
troopers enquired. The man
answered that it was in the
garage. "May we see the car?" asked
the troopers. The man
answered, "Sure," and opened
the garage. Inside the garage was the
state troopers car.

Good god man that is a terrible joke :p