O.J.

A guy is driving along the freeway in Los Angeles, and as he reaches
downtown, he finds himself in the middle of a massive traffic jam that is
blocking up five different freeways and sending lines of cars back for
miles in all directions.

After a while, he notices a guy walking from car to car down the
freeway, stopping and talking to people through their car windows. When the
guy reaches him he rolls down his window and says, "Hey! What's causing
all this delay?"

The guy on the freeways says, "Well, you're not going to believe this,
but OJ Simpson has sat down in the middle of the freeway intersection
up there, and he's totally distraught, and he says there's no way he can
ever pay the $35 million he owes the Goldmans and the Browns, and so
he's threatened to douse himself in gasoline and light himself on fire if
people don't give enough money sufficient to cover the cost of the
judgment. So I've taken up a collection to try to end the traffic jam."

"How much have you gotten so far?"

"About ten gallons."