One day, the Pope is visiting America, and driving around Washington in his limo, when he gets an idea…

“Driver, I’d like to drive for a while,” says the Pope.

“Sure,” replies the driver.

So, the Pope takes the wheel, and starts driving the limo like a maniac, all around Washington…

Dodging in and out of traffic, going eighty, cutting people off, driving over embankments and curbs…

Suddenly, a cop pulls him over and walks towards the limo.

When the Pope rolls down his window, the cop stops dead in his tracks…

The cop then says, “OK buddy, have a nice day,” and goes back to his squad car.

“We’ve got somebody really important here,” he says to his partner…

“Who is it, a senator?”

“No, more important… “

“The president?”

“No, more important… “

“An ambassador?”

“I actually don’t know who it is,” the cop replies…

“But the Pope is his frickin’ chauffeur!”

Two rednecks decided to travel to Canada for a hunting adventure…

They chose to hire a small aircraft to transport them into the Rockies for a week to hunt moose.

Successfully, they managed to hunt down six moose…

As they were packing the plane to go back, the pilot informed them that the plane could only accommodate four moose due to weight restrictions.

The two country folks weren’t happy and protested strongly…

“Last year we managed to hunt six moose and the pilot allowed us to bring them all back, and he had the same type of aircraft as yours,” they argued.

Reluctantly and against his better judgment, the pilot agreed, and all six moose were loaded onto the plane…

The plane managed to take off, but while trying to cross over some mountains, the small aircraft couldn’t handle the heavy load and ended up crashing!

Miraculously, nestled among the moose carcasses, only the two rednecks survived the crash…

After emerging from the wreckage, one of them, Billy Ray, asked his friend, “Billy Bob, do you know where we might be?”

Billy Bob replied thoughtfully, “Yeah, I think we’re pretty close to… “

“Where we crashed last year.”