A man is on his way home from work one afternoon in LA; he's stopped in some pretty heavy traffic, and he thinks, "Wow, this traffic seems worse than usual. We're not even moving."
He notices a police officer walking down the highway in between the cars and he rolls down his window and asks, "Excuse me officer, what's the hold up?"
"O.J. just found out the verdict," replies the officer. "He's all depressed. He's lying down in the middle of the highway and he's threatening to douse himself in gasoline and light himself on fire. He just doesn't have $33.5 million for the Goldmans. I'm walking around taking up a collection for him."
The man said, "Oh really? How much have you collected so far?"
"About three hundred gallons."