Three blondes were sitting by the side of a river holding fishing poles with the lines in the water.
A game warden came up behind them, tapped one on the shoulder and said, “Excuse me, ladies, I’d like to see your fishing licenses.”
“We don’t have any.” replied the first blonde.
Well, if you’re going to fish, you need fishing licenses.”
“But officer,” replied the second blonde,
“we aren’t fishing. We all have magnets at the end of our lines and we’re collecting debris off the bottom of the river.”
