A young blonde female stock broker1 was bored with driving her BMW. It lacked inpiduality and besides that, every other girl in the office had one. She fancied something a bit more inpidual, perhaps a MG convertible2.
That week she visited her local car dealer3 and spied a beautiful Jaguar4 XK140 convertible. It was wonderfully restored
and she fell in love with it's gorgeous red paint job. An empty check stub later and off she was tearing down the leafy country lanes enjoying her beautiful new car. Her long blonde hair was flowing in the wind, music blaring from the radio, what could possibly go wrong?
At that thought there was a splutter from the engine and the car slowly coasted to a sTOP. She got out and lifted the bonnet5 and concluded after a few minutes that she didn't have a bloody6 clue what was wrong. Luckily she had her mobile phone with her and a quick phone call to the AutoClub and a short wait saw a bright shiny yellow van pull up behind her.
That's a lovely car, said the mechanic. What seems to be the matter? Well, it just conked out I'm afraid.
Let me have look. He set to work and ten minutes later the engine was purring like a cat again.
Thank goodness, she said. What was the matter? Simple really, just crap in the carburetor, he replied.
Looking shocked she asked, Oh, OK... How many times a week do I have to do that?
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