Subject: Learning To Drive
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Sun Mar 17 2002 - 23:42:38 EST
"Learning To Drive"
The junior son has been improving his driving
skills lately, mostly at the expense of 1) the
disks in my neck and 2) the clutch in the wifely
person's Volvo.
As we shuttered to a rather kittywumpus halt in
the garage the other day, the not-so-subtle
aroma of burning clutch was inescapable.
He wrinkled his nose a bit and then asked,
"What's that smell?"
Volvo clutches go for at least $700 these days.
So, I replied: "The evaporation of your inheritance."
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"Car At Sixteen"
A 16-year old comes home and says "Dad, I just
got my driver's license and would like to use the
family car."
Father replies, "O.K., son. But, first, you have to
get good grades in school, keep your room clean,
keep the yard trimmed, and cut your hair. Come
back when you've done all of that."
Well, a month passes and the son approaches
his dad, report card in his hand. "Dad, I got great
marks on my report card. I've been keeping my
room as neat as a pin, and the yard is always
ship-shape. How about letting me use the car?"
Father replies, "But, son, you didn't cut your hair."
Son says, "But, Dad, Jesus had long hair."
Father replies, "Yes, son, you're right. And he
walked everywhere he went."
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