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 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.
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 reading.
So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the woman
must have been driving. This explains why there was a car
By the way, if you're a woman and you're still reading, this
illustrates another point: Women never listen!