There was this fine looking blonde chick speeding down the highway in her fiery red Maseratti convertible.

A state trooper happens by and pulls her over.

He walks up to her car and sees that she is wearing this short, short, miniskirt exposing most of her thighs.

He says to her, "Do you know why I pulled you over?"

She says, "Why no I don't have a clue."

He says, "Well m'aam you were doing 95 in a 65 and I am going to have to see your driver's license."

She says, "What's that officer?"

He says, "It's that little piece of plastic with your picture on it from the State that tells me that you are allowed to drive this vehicle.  Women usually carry it in their purse."

She says, "Ohhhhh!  That!"  And she reaches over to the passenger seat and spills out everything in her purse to find it. 

As she does so, her skirt rides even further up her thighs and the officer feels himself getting a woody.

She turns back towards him and hands him her license.

He reads it and then tells her, "Now I am going to have to see your registration."

She says, "What's that officer?"

He says, "It's that piece of paper that's usually kept in your glove compartment that tells me that you are the owner of this vehicle and therefore allowed to drive it."

She reaches way over into the glove box and as she does, her skirt rides all the way up and the officer can see that she is not wearing any underwear.  At this point he is unable to control himself and he pulls out his woody and is stroking it when she turns around to face him with her registration in hand.

She takes one look at his woody in his hands and proclaims, "Oh no officer, not another breathalyzer!"