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? (Scroll down for the answer.)
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****.
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.
