Poor Jesse -old joke-like all of my jokes
Sep 10, 2018 11:27:59 #
Poor Jesse
Chicago Mayor Richard M. Daley, on his way home from work at City Hall, came to a dead halt in traffic on the Van Ryan Expressway and thought to himself, "Wow, this traffic seems worse than usual. Nothing's moving at all."
He noticed a State Trooper walking back and forth between the lines of cars, so he rolled down his window and asked, "Officer, I'm Mayor Richard M. Daley, what's the problem; what's holding everything up?"
The trooper replied, "It's the Reverend Jesse Jackson. He's so depressed about the thought of everyone knowing about his extramarital affair, his illegitimate children, and his misappropriation of funds, and his shakedown of corporations that he stopped his car in the middle of the expressway and is threatening to douse himself with gasoline and set himself on fire.
He says the country and his congregation are blaming him for his infidelity and doesn't know if he can live with the shame and embarrassment. The people in the halted cars along the expressway are taking up a collection for him."
"Oh really," replied Mayor Daley. "How much have they collected for the Reverend so far?"
"About 300 gallons," said the trooper, "but they're still siphoning."
Chicago Mayor Richard M. Daley, on his way home from work at City Hall, came to a dead halt in traffic on the Van Ryan Expressway and thought to himself, "Wow, this traffic seems worse than usual. Nothing's moving at all."
He noticed a State Trooper walking back and forth between the lines of cars, so he rolled down his window and asked, "Officer, I'm Mayor Richard M. Daley, what's the problem; what's holding everything up?"
The trooper replied, "It's the Reverend Jesse Jackson. He's so depressed about the thought of everyone knowing about his extramarital affair, his illegitimate children, and his misappropriation of funds, and his shakedown of corporations that he stopped his car in the middle of the expressway and is threatening to douse himself with gasoline and set himself on fire.
He says the country and his congregation are blaming him for his infidelity and doesn't know if he can live with the shame and embarrassment. The people in the halted cars along the expressway are taking up a collection for him."
"Oh really," replied Mayor Daley. "How much have they collected for the Reverend so far?"
"About 300 gallons," said the trooper, "but they're still siphoning."
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