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Tue Jul 13, 2010 10:49 pm
So today I get cut off by a (appears to me) 90-91 Q45 VERY badly, almost hit him with all wheels screeching. 100% his fault, just pulled out in front of me on a main road. I notice (as I almost hit his car) that he appears to be upwards of 100 years old, and completely oblivious to the fact he almost just killed us (my daughter who was in the car)! I followed him until the next brief stop sign, got out of my car and walked to his window. I knocked on the window and asked him if he had any idea what just happened, and he almost just killed me and my daughter. In the same breath I told him it would be a tragic affair for his Q and my Q to meet such needless and untimely ends. He agreed and asked that I pull over in the next parking lot so he can have a word with me. I hesitantly followed, wondering what he wanted. It turns out he only wanted to apologize to my daughter to her face (not realizing she was relatively oblivious to the whole ordeal at 10 yrs old) and explain that you have to be careful driving and he had made a mistake. We then got to talking about the pristine condition of his car, and that he had only 45k original miles on it, with full factory maintenance. He couldn't remember if it was a 90 or 91, but it was immaculate and garage kept its entire life without a doubt, shiny plastic and all. I explained I was part of a forum online called NICO (good luck with THAT one, I needn't explain how that went) and he then explained that I should share the joke he was about to tell me with other intelligent and charming Q45 owners. I guess he just wanted to liven my day, but it is pretty funny so I can't help but oblige:
(here's to you Paul if you make it on here)
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So the carnival comes to town, and people start hearing about a "talking dog" that will be in attendance. Surely no dog can talk, right???
The day of the carnival arrives, and sure enough a long line of people form at the "Talking Dog" booth.
The first patron, a home builder, comes up and asks the owner: "So, this dog really talks?!" The owner replies "Sure, ask him anything you want!" The contractor says: "What's on top of a house?" The dog looks for a second and replies:
"Rooooooof!."
"I'll be damned - the dog DOES talk!" the builder says in amazement as he walks away.
The next patron, a master finish carpenter, comes up and asks the owner: "So, this dog really talks?!" The owner replies "Sure, ask away!" The carpenter asks the dog: "What does sandpaper feel like?" The dog stares blankly for a second and replies:
"Rooooooof!."
"Amazing - I never thought I'd see the day - the dog DOES talk!" the carpenter says in amazement as he walks away.
The third customer, a local reporter, comes up and says to the owner:
"Sir - surely there's no way this dog can talk. His answers so far aren't quite up to par." The owner replies "Well then, why don't you just ask him anything you want?" The reporter thinks hard for a moment and says:
"Dog, what do you think of President Barack Obama?"
The dog briskly replies: "RUCK BARACK OBAMA!!!"