A blonde cop pulls over a blonde driver and asks for her driver’s license. The driver searches through her car and asks, “Uhh, what are they again?” The cop responds, “Ugh. It’s the thing in your purse with your picture on it.”
The driver says, “Oh yeah,” and hands over a compact mirror from her purse.
The cop opens the mirror, looks inside, and then hands it back, saying, “I’m sorry, ma’am. If I knew you were a cop, I wouldn’t have pulled you over.”
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