I was arrested for being drunk and disorderly last night. As they put me into the cells, I started to kick off.
“I’m allowed a free call. I want my call.” I slurred.
“Quiet you.” called the duty sergeant. “All in good time.”
“I know my rights, I want my call. You can’t stop me.” I continued, more loudly.
“Keep it down or there will be trouble.” retorted the sergeant, getting annoyed.
“Are you denying me my rights? I’ll have your name and number. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer. I want my call!”
“All right! All right! You can have your call.”
“Finally!” I smiled, took a deep breath and yelled, “TWO FAT LADIES! EIGHTY-EIGHT!”