Are women excellent drivers
This morning on the Interstate, I looked over to my left and there was a woman in a brand new Cadillac doing 65 mph with her face up next to her rear view mirror, putting on her eyeliner.
I looked away for a couple seconds to continue shaving, and when I looked back she was halfway over in my lane, still working on that makeup. As a man, I don't scare easily, but she scared me so much that I dropped my electric shaver, which knocked the donut out of my other hand.
In all the confusion of trying to straighten out the car using my knees against the steering wheel, my cell phone got knocked away from my ear. It fell into the coffee between my legs which splashed, and burned, Big Peter and the Twins, ruined the damn phone, soaked my trousers, and disconnected an important call.
Damn women drivers!
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Wait..., what? No!
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