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A man went to one of those official government buildings to get a
driver's license.  After waiting in lines all day, he became rather
peeved when he finally got to a clerk.

"I need a fuckin' license," the man mumbled.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," the clerk said, "did you say you
needed a hunting license?"

"No," said the man, "I just need an ordinary fucking license."

"Oh," said the clerk, "you mean you need a license to fuck."

The man was astonished for a moment, and finally asked "Is there
really such a thing?"

"Of course there is," said the clerk, "It used to be called a marriage
license, but the politically-correct term now is 'a license to fuck.'"

The man was quite surprised to hear this, and forgetting his odyssey
in search of a driver's license, he decided that he would never
believe that there was such a thing as a license to fuck, unless he
saw it for himself.

"Well, yes, that's what I want," he told the clerk, "I want to get a
license to fuck.  Where do I go to get it?"

"Go down this corridor and into the second room on the right," said
the clerk.

So the man followed the instructions and went into a large room with
many people, most of whom were police officers, waiting in a long line.
For a while he unsuccessfully looked around for a sign that would
satisfy his curiosity about the license to fuck, and he began to
think that the clerk was joking, but then he realized how absurd that 
thought was.  He knew he could never be satisfied unless he found out
whether there really was such a license, so he timidly approached a
rather pleasant-looking police officer at the end of the line, and
asked, "Excuse me, sir, but is this the line for the license to fuck?"

"No," said the officer, "that line is over there.  This here is the
line for the license to kill."

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