A woman and O’Toole were involved in a horrific collision, but amazingly both escape totally unharmed, though both of their cars were completely totaled.
As they crawl out of the wreckage, O’Toole sees that the woman is blonde, and strikingly beautiful. Then the woman turns to O’Toole and gushes breathlessly: “That’s incredible—both our cars are wrecked, but we’re fine. It must be a sign from God that we are meant to be together!” Sensing a promise, O’Toole stammers back “Oh yes, I agree with you completely!’
The women goes on, “And look, although my car was demolished, this bottle of fine Irish whiskey survived intact, too. It must be another sign. Let’s drink to our love!”
“Well, OK!” says O’Toole, going with the moment. She offers him the bottle, so he downs half of it and hands it back.
“Your turn'” says O’Toole.
“No thanks” says the woman. “I think that I’ll just wait for the police.”
As they crawl out of the wreckage, O’Toole sees that the woman is blonde, and strikingly beautiful. Then the woman turns to O’Toole and gushes breathlessly: “That’s incredible—both our cars are wrecked, but we’re fine. It must be a sign from God that we are meant to be together!” Sensing a promise, O’Toole stammers back “Oh yes, I agree with you completely!’
The women goes on, “And look, although my car was demolished, this bottle of fine Irish whiskey survived intact, too. It must be another sign. Let’s drink to our love!”
“Well, OK!” says O’Toole, going with the moment. She offers him the bottle, so he downs half of it and hands it back.
“Your turn'” says O’Toole.
“No thanks” says the woman. “I think that I’ll just wait for the police.”
