The convict strolled into the prison administration building to get assistance and counseling for his personal problems. Just inside the main door were several other doors, proclaiming: Parole, Counselor, Chaplain, Doctor, teacher, Correction, and Therapist.
The convict chose the door marked Correction, inside of which were two doors: Custody and Treatment. He chose Treatment, and was confronted with two more doors, Juvenile and
Adult. He chose the proper door and was again faced with two doors: Previous Offender and First Offender.
Once more, he walked through the proper door, and, again, two doors: Democrat and Republican. He was a Democrat; and so he hurried through the appropriate door and ran smack into two more doors: Black and White. He was black; and so he walked through that door--and feel nine stories to the street.
Joe Martinez
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I have never heard this one.
ReplyDeleteThat is serious...What would have happened if he was a Republican I wonder?