George, a party animal…

George, a party animal, spots a nice looking woman in a bar goes up and starts small talk. Seeing that she didn’t back off he asked her name.

“Carmen,” she replied.

That’s a nice name,” he said warming up the conversation, “Who named you, your mother?”

“No, I named myself,” she answered.

“Oh, that’s interesting. Why Carmen?”

“Because I like cars, and I like men,” she said looking directly into his

eyes. “And what is your name?”

“Mr Snortscrew”

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