"Tell me again," asked the judge, "why you parked there?"

Hie moron rose and aswered respectfully, "Because, Your Honor, it said 'Fine for Parking.

Later that day the same judge meted out justice yet again.

"I'm going to give you a short sentence," he said to the convicted murderer.

Grinning, the killer said, "Bless you, Your Honor."

"Life!" was the judge's edict.

"Life?" screamed the murderer. "But that's not a short sentence."

"They don't make em shorter than one word," was the judge's reply,

Looking down at the defendant, the judge said, "Mr. Riley, I've decided to give you a suspended sentence."

Tears pouring from his eyes, Riley cried, "Oh, thank you, Your Honor!"

"Don't thank me," the judge replied. "I'm sentencing you to be hanged."

After listening to the elderly hooker plead her case, Judge Hand called a brief recess and re-! tired to his chambers. En route, he bumpedj into Judge Foote.

"Say," said Hand, "what would you give sixty-three-year-old hooker?"

"Christ," replied Foote, "five or six bucks tops."

Q: What has eighteen legs and a pair of tits?

A: The Supreme Court.