A successful stockbroker parked his brand-new arctic-silver Porsche 911 GT2 RS 4.0 Limited Edition in front of his office building, ready to show it off to his colleagues. As he got out, a truck passed too close and tore off the door on the driver's side.
The stockbroker started screaming hysterically. His Porsche, which he had just picked up the day before, was now completely ruined.
Within minutes a policeman pulled up.
When the stockbroker finally calmed down, the officer shook his head in disgust and disbelief.
"I can't believe how materialistic you stockbrokers are," the cop said. "You're so focused on your possessions that you don't notice anything else."
"How can you say such a thing?" asked the stockbroker.
The cop replied, "Don't you know that your left arm is missing from the elbow down? It must have been torn off when the truck hit you."
"Holy shit!" screamed the stockbroker. "My Rolex!"
4 comments:
Bourgeois cockroach!
That is a very clever joke. Both the wife and I thought it was excellent
It's the way you tell them.
My experience with Porsche drivers leads me to believe that this story is based on fact. Mrs. Bitchley agrees.
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