Once upon a time, a perfect man and a perfect woman met.
After a perfect courtship, they had a perfect wedding. Their life was, of course, “perfect.”
One snowy, stormy Christmas Eve, this perfect couple was driving their perfect car (a SUV) 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?
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.
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So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the perfect woman must have been driving. This explains why there was an accident.
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A juggler was driving to his next performance
A juggler, driving to his next performance, was stopped by the police. “What are these matches and lighter fluid doing in your car?” asked the cop.
“I’m a juggler and I juggle flaming torches in my act.”
“Oh yeah?” said the doubtful cop. “Let’s see you do it.” The juggler got out and started juggling the blazing torches masterfully.
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A couple driving by slows down to watch. “Wow,” said the driver to his wife. “I’m glad I quit drinking. Look at the test they’re giving now!”
