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Post by B8 on Jun 27, 2007 7:55:52 GMT -5
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 the toys.
Unfortunately, the driving conditions deteriorated and the perfect couple and Santa Claus had an accident. Only one of them survived the accident.
Who was the survivor? (Scroll down for the answer.)
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 scrolling****.
So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the perfect woman must have been driving. This 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.
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Post by ŞíŘ on Jun 27, 2007 9:19:39 GMT -5
OH BURN
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Post by UrbStylee on Jun 27, 2007 12:30:05 GMT -5
B8's wisdom on women is unparalleled. Did you have to go through many wives for that, or did it just come naturally living with Amy and Jill???
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Post by B8 on Jun 27, 2007 12:52:45 GMT -5
You forget how old I am. You don't get to be old unless you learn.
This is still my first and only wife. I told all of you that I grew up in a home that had plumbing for gas lighting and was heated by coal and wood. How many times must I tell you that electricity is a modern invention?
All of the above are true and factual. Oh the home was in the City of Chicago. I still have a chair that survived the Chicago fire of 1871. I do not know how I got so lucky as to have that chair yet
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