Nasty...

The pope is on a.. Geeze, what to call it? He's on an offissial visit to New York. Anywhay, he's chilling in a cab in the outer parts of town (realistic story...) when he realizes that he's supposed to be on a important meeting in five minutes. He makes a desission, and tells the driver:
"Hey, I have to be on an important meeting in five minutes, so I need you to drive like you're hunted by the devil. Drive on pavements, break the speed limits, as long as you get me there in time."
The driver replies:
"No way dude! If I do that I'll loose my license in no time!" And the pope says:
"Get in the back. I'll drive."
And he does, he drives like a lunitic, and in no time, he's hunted by a cop. (Yes, they have those in New York too <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/up.gif" alt="" />!) But the cop looks a little ervously at the car. Then he puuls out his radio, and calls the station. The boss replies:
"Yeah?"
"Well, I've got this guy driveing like he's hunted by the devil, or something. He's driveing in 300 on a 100 road."
"Yeah, so? Pull him over and get him here!"
"Erm... I'm not shure that's such a great idea..."
"Why? Is he an officer?"
"Erm... Not really..."
"Then, what's the problem, pull him over!"
"As I told you, that's not such a great idea..."
"Then what is it? Is it the president?"
"No, it's not the PRESIDENT..."
"Then who is it?"
"Erm... I'm not shure, but the pope is the driver..."

Übereil

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