A biker was tearing down Main Street when a police officer pulled him over.
"But officer," the biker began, "I can explain..."
"Quiet!" snapped the officer. "You’re cooling your heels in jail until the chief gets back."
"But officer, I just wanted to say..."
"And I said to keep quiet! You’re going to jail!"
A few hours later, the officer checked on his prisoner and said, "Lucky for you, the chief’s at his daughter’s wedding. He’ll be in a good mood when he gets back."

"Don’t count on it," replied the biker from his cell. "I’m the groom."
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