Here is a story -
  
   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 (a BMW328) 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 the toys.  Unfortunately,
   the driving conditions deteriorated  and the perfect couple and Santa
   Claus had an accident.  Only one of them  survived the accident. Who was
   the survivor?
   (Scroll down for the answer.)
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
    The perfect woman.  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, end e-mail here.  Men, keep scrolling.
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
    So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa  Claus, the woman must
    have been driving.  This explains why there was a car accident.  By the
    way, if you're a woman and you're reading this, this brings up another
    point: women never listen / do what they're told either.

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