The New Car

Once upon a yesterday afternoon, I had to pick up my we�re do well brother
because his car broke down. I probably shouldn't have done this, but I wanted to
show off this cool new car I got, so I agreed. I left work at about five o
clocks and I went to the gas station before I picked up my brother. Of course,
after a few bad incidences with the gas station attendants, I discovered that
self-serve was the way to go, so I pulled up and hopped out of my car. When I
was finished pumping the gas, I pulled out the pump, but I had forgotten to
completely let go of the handle, so some gas spilled out onto the sleeve of my
jacket.�Big deal' I thought, and I paid for the gas and got back into the car.
Well, something you must know about my brother is that he's a terribly addicted
smoker, and of course, he has no regard for people�s things, not even their new
car with leather seats. So, of course, the first thing that brother of mine does
when he gets in the car, are lights up a cigarette. Remember the gas I spilled
on my jacket? Well, needless to say, one spark from that lighter sent my arm
bursting into flames. "CRAP!" I screamed. I pulled the car over and jumped out.
I was waving my arm around like crazy trying to get that fire out. Luckily, a
policeman drove by and stopped to help me. He had a fire extinguisher in his
cruiser and he used it to put out the fire on my arm. "Thank you officer" I
said, "If you hadn't stopped to help me, my arm could have burned off!" "It was
no problem ma'am," the officer replied in very police-is style," but I'm sorry,
I'm going to have to give you a fine" "Why officer?" I said, completely shocked
"For using a firearm without a license"