The following is supposedly a true story. To be included, besides being true, the story is most likely strange, weird, surprising, or funny. February 10, 1993, Dennis Payne, 30, was arrested as a pickpocket at a Jersey City, N.J., train station, his 135th arrest in New Jersey and New York City since 1978. Police said it took a computer more than a half-hour to print out Payne's arrest record.
A blonde called her mom and said, "Hi Mom, I need some help. I'm at the police station."
"Police station?! I thought you were with your father at the hardware store."
"Yeah we were, but I got arrested, and they've let me make one phone call."
"Arrested? My God! What happened?"
"Oh, I punched this African-American woman in the head."
"What on earth? Why did you do that?"
"It wasn't my fault. Dad told me to find a Black & Decker."
A deputy police officer responded to a report of a barroom disturbance. The "disturbance" turned out to be well over six feet tall and weighed almost 300 pounds. What's more, he boasted that he could whip the deputy and Muhammad Ali too.
Said the policeman, "I'll bet that you're also an escape artist-probably better than Houdini."
The giant nodded.
"If I had some chains," the deputy continued, "you could show us how strong you really are. But all I've got is a set of handcuffs. Why don't you see just how quickly you can break out of them?"
Once in the cuffs, the man puffed, pulled and jerked for four minutes. "I can't get out of these," the giant growled.
"Are you sure?" the deputy asked. The fellow tried again. "Nope," he replied. "I can't do it."
"In that case," said the deputy, "you're under arrest."
A police officer catches a street hooligan and arrests him:
Police officer: "Where's your working place?"
Street hooligan: "Here and there..."
Police officer: "How do you earn a living, do you work at all?"