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 were 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.)
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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. Men keep
scrolling ****.
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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 a car accident.
By the way, if you're a woman and you're reading this, this
illustrates another point: women never listen either.
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