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
sonofab*itch can drive", then spit, "Damn, that sonofab*tch 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?"
"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'regoing about 90 mph now, with a sheer
cliff on our right, a 500 foot drop on the other side, an 18 wheeler
truck right on our butts, and anoverturned motor home right in front of
us. Well, I figure this is it! I just knew we were gonna die! So I
turned to him and said,"Buddy, if you can get us outta this, I'll give
you the best damn bl*wjob you've ever had!"
He paused ... then spit. "DAMN, THAT SON OF A B*TCH CAN DRIVE!"