So once the Pope was going to one of his many important events he has to attend and when his limo pulled up to the Vatican he asked the driver, "Would you mind if I drove myself. No one ever let's me drive." The driver had no desire to argue with the Pope so he agreed and scooted over to the passenger's seat.
The pope got in buckled his seatbelt and eased his foot on to the accelerater. *This feels good,* he thought as the car inched forward. It had really been a long time since he had driven any type of vehicle and soon he allowed himself to go a little faster. The more he drove the more excited he became until eventually he was speeding down the highway at 115 mph whizzing through traffic, yelling happy exclamations to the terrified driver who was clinging to his seat. Of course it wasn't long before he had a cop on his tail. He pulled over and rolled his window down slowly, praying he would get off with a warning, as the chubby police officer walked up. The policeman was about to ask for liscense and registration when he saw the religious figurehead sitting there in the drivers seat. He blinked a few times then instead said, "Excuse me, I'll be right back."
The policeman walked back to his car and spoke into his radio. "Hey chief, I just pulled over somebody for speeding and I don't really know what to do. He's sort of an important person."
"I don't care how important he is!" The cheif barked. "You give him a goddamn ticket!"
"I don't know," the policeman said. "We're talking really important."
"Is it the president?"
"No."
"Is it Madonna?"
"No."
"Well who is it, dammit?"
"This is going to sound crazy but I think it's God. He has the Pope driving his limo."
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So once the Pope was going to one of his many important events he has to attend and when his limo pulled up to the Vatican he asked the driver, "Would you mind if I drove myself. No one ever let's me drive." The driver had no desire to argue with the Pope so he agreed and scooted over to the passenger's seat.
The pope got in buckled his seatbelt and eased his foot on to the accelerater. *This feels good,* he thought as the car inched forward. It had really been a long time since he had driven any type of vehicle and soon he allowed himself to go a little faster. The more he drove the more excited he became until eventually he was speeding down the highway at 115 mph whizzing through traffic, yelling happy exclamations to the terrified driver who was clinging to his seat. Of course it wasn't long before he had a cop on his tail. He pulled over and rolled his window down slowly, praying he would get off with a warning, as the chubby police officer walked up. The policeman was about to ask for liscense and registration when he saw the religious figurehead sitting there in the drivers seat. He blinked a few times then instead said, "Excuse me, I'll be right back."
The policeman walked back to his car and spoke into his radio. "Hey chief, I just pulled over somebody for speeding and I don't really know what to do. He's sort of an important person."
"I don't care how important he is!" The cheif barked. "You give him a goddamn ticket!"
"I don't know," the policeman said. "We're talking really important."
"Is it the president?"
"No."
"Is it Madonna?"
"No."
"Well who is it, dammit?"
"This is going to sound crazy but I think it's God. He has the Pope driving his limo."