Bad brakes

Jill's car was unreliable and she called John
for a ride every time it broke down. One day
John got yet another one of those calls.
"What happened this time?" he asked.
"My brakes went out," Jill said. "Can you come to get me?"
"Where are you?" John asked.
"I'm in the drugstore," Jill responded.
"And where's the car?" John asked.
Jill replied, "It's in here with me."

Nice one,





Jimmy

Mat