A Florida highway patrol officer pulled over a REALLY REALLY OLD guy on a Harley for speeding. He walked up to the biker and said, “Let’s start with your name.”
“JD,” the man replied.
“JD what?” asked the officer.
“Just JD.”
The officer, in a good mood, figured he might let him off with a warning. But he decided to have a little fun and pushed, “Come on now—what’s your last name?”
JD sighed. “Well, I used to have one… but I lost it.”
Now curious, the officer raised an eyebrow. “Lost it? How do you lose a last name?”
JD took a deep breath. “It’s a long story. But here goes:
I was born JD Johnson. I studied hard, went to medical school, became a doctor—JD Johnson, M.D.
After a few years, I got interested in dentistry, went back to school, and became JD Johnson, M.D., D.D.S.
Then I made some bad choices, got involved with my dental assistant… and ended up with an infection. So I was JD Johnson, M.D., D.D.S., with a V.D.
The dental board didn’t like that. They pulled my D.D.S., so I became JD Johnson, M.D., with a V.D.
Then the medical board found out, and there went my M.D. Now I was just JD Johnson… with a V.D.
And finally, the V.D. took away my Johnson.
So now… I’m Just JD.”
The officer was crying.
Not out of pity—but from laughing so hard, he couldn’t even write the ticket.