04/20/2026 from Daily Jokes
#22058
It was a quiet stretch of highway late on a Tuesday night. The moon was high, the road was empty, and a lone driver was cruising along, minding his own business. Suddenly, red and blue lights erupted in his rearview mirror. Wooo-weoo!
He pulled over smoothly. A police officer approached the window, flashlight in hand, looking serious.
“Good evening, sir,” the officer said sternly. “May I see your driver’s license?”
The driver looked at the officer calmly, hands visible on the steering wheel. “I don’t have one, officer. It was suspended when I got my fifth DUI last month.”
The officer’s eyes widened slightly. He frowned. “Okay… well, may I see the owner’s card for this vehicle?”
The driver shook his head slowly. “It’s not my car, officer. I stole it this morning.”
The officer took a step back, hand hovering near his belt. “The car is stolen?”
“That’s right,” the driver said, voice steady. “But come to think of it… I think I saw the owner’s registration in the glove box. I put it there when I was putting my gun in there.”
The officer froze. “There’s a gun in the glove box?”
“Yes, sir,” the driver nodded. “That’s where I put it after I shot the woman who owns this car and stuffed her in the trunk.”
The officer’s face went pale. “There’s a… BODY… in the TRUNK?!?!?”
“Yes, sir.”
The officer didn’t wait another second. He backed away slowly, then sprinted to his patrol car. Within minutes, the highway was swarming with police vehicles. SWAT teams surrounded the car. A Captain arrived on the scene, approaching the driver’s window with extreme caution.
“Sir,” the Captain said, voice firm but controlled. “Can I see your license?”
The driver smiled politely and handed over a card. “Sure. Here it is. It’s fully valid.”
The Captain checked it. It was legitimate. He frowned. “Who’s car is this?”
“It’s mine, officer,” the driver said, handing over the registration. “Here’s the proof.”
The Captain was confused. He looked at his subordinate, then back at the driver. “Could you slowly open your glove box so I can see if there’s a gun in it?”
“Yes, sir,” the driver said. He popped the latch. “But there’s no gun in it.”
Sure enough, the glove box was empty. Just some napkins and a manual.
The Captain was now thoroughly bewildered. “Would you mind opening your trunk? I was told you said there’s a body in it.”
“No problem,” the driver said, hitting the release. The trunk popped open. It was filled with grocery bags and a spare tire. No body.
The Captain turned to the driver, completely lost. “I don’t understand it. The officer who stopped you said you told him you didn’t have a license, stole the car, had a gun in the glove box, and that there was a body in the trunk?”
The driver looked at the Captain, then glanced at the first officer standing nearby, looking very uncomfortable.
He smirked slightly and said:
“Yeah… and I’ll bet the big liar told you I was speeding too!”
