A teenage girl had just been given family-car privileges when she returned home very late from a party.

The next morning her father went out to the driveway to get the newspaper and came back into the house frowning.

At 11:30 am the girl sleepily walked into the kitchen, and her father asked her,

“What time did you get in last night?”

“Not too late, Dad,” she replied nervously.

Dead-pan, her father said,

“Then I’ll have to talk with the paperboy about putting my paper under the front wheel of the car.”

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