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 toys.

Unfortunately, the driving conditions deteriorated and the perfect
couple and Santa Claus had an accident. Only one of them survived
the accident. The mind numbing question is: Who was the survivor?

A: 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 scrollin'...







So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the perfect
woman must have been driving. And that 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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There's someone in my head, but it's not not me - Pink Floyd