The trooper says, “If you can give me a reason for speeding that I’ve never heard before, I’ll let you go.” The old gentleman replies, “Years ago, my wife ran off with a State Trooper. I thought you were bringing her back.” The trooper frowns. “That’s a repost, sir. You’re under arrest. I’m afraid I have to take you to r/jokes jail.”
On his first day in Joke Jail, the old man enters the prison yard to see a long, single-file line of inmates. A single guard stands at the front, heavily muscled and covered in tattoos. He points at a man in a nun’s costume. “Who’re you?” the guard asks. The man replies, “I’m the bus driver!” Before anyone can react, the guard begins to pummel the bus driver, beating him into unconsciousness. Next in line is a small chicken. The guard looks down, “Why are you here?” The chicken replies, “I crossed the road.” The guard beats the chicken into unconsciousness as well. The old man reaches the front of the line, and barely stammers out the reason for his arrest before he, too, is badly beaten.
Day after day this goes on, with the senior citizen wearily growing used to the routine. After almost a year, though, the old man enters the prison yard, only to find that the guard is absent. The man begins to panic, tearing at his hair and clothes. The bus driver ambles up: “Is somethin’ the matter, old man?”
The old man shrieks, “This is awful! Simply horrible! I could live with being a repost, but now there’s not even a punch-line!”