The village idiot of Las Vegas calls his ex wife to inquire about her whereabouts.

"Are you in town?" I ask. "No - why do you ask?" she says. "You know why I ask. You know exactly why I ask," I tell her. "Did someone get shot again? Was it another road rage incident?" - she says: A few days ago a lady was shot and killed in a road rage incident in SW Las Vegas. My ex wife suffered from bouts of road rage when she lived in Las Vegas. After hearing the news, I thought, maybe, she sneaked into town without me knowing about it. 

"Are you sure you weren't in town a few days ago?" I then go on to add, "Look, I read the description of the suspect in the paper and it said - 'A middle-age Caucasian women driving an Explorer with a party colored toy poodle setting in the passenger seat.' That sure sounds like you!" She starts laughing after the remark and says, "I have a number of people who will serve as an alibi for me. I have not been to Las Vegas in a couple of months, and Pepper (the toy poodle) hasn't been there either."