After getting all of Pope John Paul's luggage loaded into the limo (and he
 doesn't travel light), the driver notices that the Pope is still standing
 on the curb.

 "Excuse me, Your Holiness," says the driver, "Would you please take your
 seat so we can leave?" 

 "Well, to tell you the truth," says the Pope,"they never let me drive at
 the Vatican, and I'd really like to drive today."  "I'm sorry but I cannot let you do that. I'd lose my job! And what if
 something should happen?" protests the driver, wishing he'd never
 gone to work that morning.  "There might be something extra in it for you," says the Pope.

 Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Pope climbs in behind the
 wheel. The driver quickly regrets his decision when, after exiting the
 airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 105 mph.

 "Please slow down, Your Holiness!!!" pleads the worried driver, but the
 Pope
 keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens.  "Oh, dear God, I'm gonna lose my license," moans the driver. 

 The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the cop approaches, but
 the
>cop takes one look at him, goes back to his motorcycle, and
 gets on the radio. 

 "I need to talk to the Chief," he says to the dispatcher. 

 The Chief gets on the radio and the cop tells him that he's stopped a limo
 going a hundred and five.

 "So bust him," says the Chief. 

 "I don't think we want to do that, he's really important," said the cop.

 The Chief exclaimed,"All the more reason!" 

 "No, I mean really important," said the cop. 

 The Chief then asked, "Who ya got there, the Mayor?" 

 Cop: "Bigger."

 Chief: "Governor?"  

Cop: "Bigger." 

 "Well," said the Chief, "Who is it?"

 Cop: "I think it's God!"

 Chief: "What makes you think it's God?"

 Cop: "He's got the f****ing Pope as a driver!!"