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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 deterioated 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?




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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.

For all you men - Keep scrolling

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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 still reading this,
it just illustrates another point.
Women never listen either.