A quiet little man was brought before a judge. The judge looked down atthe man and then at the charges and then down at the little man in amazement. "Can you tell me in your own words what happened?" he asked the man. "I'm a mathematician dealing in the nature of proof." said the littleman. "Yes, go on," said the astounded judge. "Well. I was at the library and I found the books I wanted and went totake them out. They told me my library card had expired and I had to getanew one. So I went to the registration office and got in another line. And filled out my forms for another card. And got back in line for mycard." "And?" said the judge. "And he asked 'Can you prove you're from New York City?' So I stabbedhim." (joke-id:3106) next joke