It Takes A Special Kind of Retard: Part 6

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Being an automotive enthusiast, I like spending approximately 17% of my day at work browsing various car forums, keeping up on all the new shit that's taking place. More than that though, I like to frequent the forums due to the high amount of idiocy one can find posted there, and then respond to in a faceless, cowardly manner.

One of the most common gems of retardation I come across is in some form of this question:
"I got a parking ticket, but the cop put the wrong (insert make, model, color, animal, vegetable, mineral here) on the ticket, and my friend said that I can get out of it since it might not be my car. Is this true? How easy it to contest?"

You're friend is totally correct¹; any amount of discrepancy in the details of a crime renders the event null and void.

Because they put Toyota instead of Lexus that means you didn't illegally park right?

Correct.

Because the pedestrian you ran down thought you were driving a Explorer and not your Range Rover, there's no skulls fragments on the front of your vehicle right?

Irrefutable proof.

I myself was once caught on a security camera killing a county clerk in a public park, directly after getting ink all over my hands and leaving fingerprints everywhere, and all while sprinkling copious amounts of pubic hair for DNA testing everywhere. I was never convicted because one witness said the assailant was wearing red shoes, but since the video tape showed me in blue shoes, they had to assume someone else did it.


Prosecutor: "Sir, did you or did you not park across 3 handicapped spots, on top of a handicapped person, while shooting a pistol in the air, all so that you could get the last copy of Legally Blonde 2?"

Defendant: "Um, no sir. My Camry is beige."

 

 

 

¹ A candidate for an experimental common-sense transplant.