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?”