Subject: Super Driver
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Mon Nov 04 2002 - 02:32:33 EST
"Super Driver"
There was this guy sitting on a park bench muttering
to himself and spitting. He would mutter, then spit,
mutter, then spit, he would say, "Damn, that sonofabitch
can drive," then spit, "Damn, that sonofabitch can drive,"
then spit, "Damn that sonofabitch can drive," then spit.
A man sits down next to him and asks him, "What's
going on here? You keep saying, "Damn that sonofabitch
can drive, then you spit."
Well", says the guy, "my friend just got a brand new
sports car, so he calls me and asks me if I want to
go for a ride. So I say sure, why not?"
"He picks me up and we drive up to the mountains.
After we have lunch, we start back down the mountain
and his brakes go out!! He's pumping the pedal, and
nothing!! So now we're picking up speed and the road
is all twisty and curvy.
We're going faster and faster and it's hard to stay on
the road.I've got my fingers embedded in the dashboard,
and I'm pleading with him to do something!!
"We're going about 90 mph now, with a sheer cliff on
our right, a 500 foot drop on the other side, an 18
wheeler right on our tail, and an overturned motor
home right in front of us. Well, I figure this is it! I
just knew we were gonna die! So I turn to him and
said... "Buddy, if you can get us outta this, I'll give
you the best damn blow job you've ever had!"
He paused. Then spit. "DAMN, THAT SON OF A
BITCH CAN **DRIVE**!!"
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