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PTT
28th Nov 2001, 06:43
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 Suburban) 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.

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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, women can't drive..right? By the way, if you're a woman and you're reading this, this illustrates another point:

Women never listen, either!!

PTT ;)

TwinNDB
28th Nov 2001, 06:59
had to laugh :D But might run for cover now!

BRL
28th Nov 2001, 15:38
Excellent.......More please.... :D

Rob 747
28th Nov 2001, 16:47
Indeed!! :D

[ 28 November 2001: Message edited by: Rob 747 ]

Velvet
28th Nov 2001, 19:51
Thought if I hid this one here, it might escape the censor.


Back in the days of the glorious British Empire, a young officer arrived at his first posting, the command of a tiny fort in the middle of the desert, twenty miles from the nearest town. His new second-in-command is showing him around the base, when just outside the fort's walls they come across a decrepit, flea-ridden old camel.
'What's this bloomin' camel for?' asked the officer?
'Well, sir,' his second-in-command replied, 'the troops, stuck out here in the desert for months at a time, have certain... er... manly needs, from time to time. And when they need to do something about them, they use old Deirdre the camel here'.
The officer, rather embarrassed, says nothing, and continues with the tour.
A few months go by, and the officer is beginning to feel those 'manly needs' himself. So he calls his number two and says:'I feel I may... erm... require the services of Deirdre the camel tonight. Tell me, when the men...erm... use her, do they have her bathed first?'
'Yes, sir'.
'Well then, see to it that she is bathed'.
'They also have her flea-powdered, first, sir'.
'Very good, see that that is done, too. And I couldn't help but notice that she is a rather tall animal. Tell me, do the men use a ladder when they, erm... mount her?'
'Yes sir, always'.
'Very well, see to it that a ladder is provided'.
'Very good sir. She'll be prepared for you within the hour.'
After an hour, the officer is escorted to the side of the fort, where Deirde waits, powdered, washed and with a ladder by her side.
The officer moves the ladder to the back of the animal, climbs it, drops his pants and begins furiously ramming into the backside of the animal. He motions to his second-in-command:
'Tell me, is this how the men do it?'
'Well, no sir, they normally ride the camel to the nearest town and pay for a prostitute, sir'.

ATCbabe
1st Dec 2001, 19:44
PTT very good!! :D :D
Before anyone asks I did read to the end of the joke, which just goes to prove another point. Women might listen if guys actually said anything worth listening to! ;) ;)

[ 01 December 2001: Message edited by: ATCbabe ]