Once upon a time, a perfect man and a perfect woman met. After a perfect courtship, they had a perfect wedding. Their life together was, of course, perfect. One snowy, stormy Christmas Eve, this perfect couple was driving their perfect car (a Grand Caravan) along a winding road, when they noticed someone at the side of the road in distress. Being the perfect couple, they stopped to help. There stood Santa Claus with a huge bundle of toys. Not wanting to disappoint any children on the eve of Christmas, the perfect couple loaded Santa and his toys into their vehicle. Soon they were driving along delivering toys. Unfortunately, the driving conditions deteriorated and the perfect couple and Santa Claus had an accident. Only one of them survived the accident. The mind numbing question is: Who was the survivor?
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The perfect woman survived. She's the only one who really existed in the first place. Everyone knows there is no Santa Claus and there is no such thing as a perfect man. Women stop reading here. That is the end of the joke.
Men keep'a scrollin'...
So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the perfect woman must have been driving. And that explains why there was a car accident. By the way, if you're a woman and you're reading this, this illustrates another point: Women never listen, either.
Tony (in sexist mode).
PS. And, totally unrelated to the above, another story I heard this week: A cute little six year old girl, all blue eyes and blonde curls, goes into a pet shop. She says to the owner, with a charming little lisp, "pwease, I want a wabbit".
The owner, enchanted by this little child, says "of course darling. We have white rabbits and black rabbits and brown rabbits and blue-grey rabbits. What colour would you like?"
Small girl looks straight back at him and says "I don't think my python gives a thit what colour it is!"
Heh, so am i. I get funny looks and people wondering what the hell i'm on about all the time :-P
It's usually an excuse for getting out of things though, because i am the inferior male gender who should then be allowed to get away with doing less ;] lmao
Well, Field Of Paper, I don't want to get too far off a subject that was only a jokey Saturday Night Story.
But women can drive and, because they're by nature less aggressive than men, they drive more safely and, I think, have fewer accidents.
What they can't do however is turn right at a T-junction without cutting the corner. Whether it's to do with a different degree of spatial awareness or something in their genes (jeans?) they can in no way imagine a central point in the road around which they should drive as they carry out the turn. So I hold well back when approaching a junction and see a woman at the wheel of a car about to turn. The only consolation is that if she does hit me it's likely to be at less speed than being hit by some deluded testosterone-driven young male.
I love this :-P
