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 ass, and an overturned motor home right in front of
us. Well, I figure this is it!! I just know we're gonna die!! So I turn to him and say
..."Buddy, if you can get us outta this, I'll give you the best damn blow job you've
ever had!!"
