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Four bail enforcement agents meet in a local bar to relax after a stressful day of skip-tracing.
First bounty hunter says, “Boy, did I have a tough day. Had to go get this dude who was holed up at his mom’s house; he went about 6-8, 350, looked like an NFL defensive tackle.”
Second bounty hunter asks, “What’d ya do? How’d ya get him in?”
“Well,” the response came, “I just told ‘im I used to work with Dog Chapman, so he just proned out and cuffed up for me.”
“Shoulda seen my day,” the second bounty hunter boasted.. “Had this punk come at me with a .357. I hadda tell him, put the gun down, or I’ll be forced to use my pepper spray.”
“That’s nothing,” says the third bounty hunter. “I had this former Navy SEAL ex-UFA champ who’s a hitman for the Mafia come to the door with a Desert Eagle .50 AE. I hadda direct him to put the piece down, or I’d hit his ass with my TASER.”
“Shoot,” says the fourth bail enforcement agent. “Bail jumper I went after today came out firing a .45 at me.”
“What’d ya do?” chorused the other three.
“What could I do?” came the answer. "I had to draw down on him and double-tap him with my Glock 17.”
“Well, in that case,” stated the first bounty hunter, “We’re gonna have to take your beany and your badge neck-chain away from you, you friggin’ wussy.”