I was traveling between West Palm Beach and Boca Raton the other day (south of Jupiter) in Florida, when a tire blew out. Checking my spare, I found that it, too, was flat. My only option was to flag down a passing motorist and get a ride to the next town.
The first vehicle to stop was an old man in a van. He yelled out the window, “Need a lift?”
“Yes, I sure do,” I replied.
“You a Republican or Democrat,” asked the old man.
“Republican,” I replied.
“Well, you can just go to Hell,” yelled the old man as he sped off.
Another guy stopped, rolled down the window, and asked me the same question.
Again, I gave the same answer, “Republican.”
“Democrat!” I shouted.
“Hop in!” replied the blonde.
Driving down the road, I couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous woman in the seat next to me, the wind blowing through her hair, perfect breasts and a short skirt that continued to ride higher and higher up her thighs.
Finally, I yelled, “Please stop the car.” She immediately slammed on the brakes and as soon as the car stopped, I jumped out.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I replied. “I’ve only been a Democrat for five minutes and already I want to screw somebody.”