perfect
Perfect?
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?
The perfect woman. 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, end here. Men, keep going
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 brings
another point: women never listen either.