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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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.
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,