The Flying Dutchman

Eu tot nu sunt lamurit ce este cu costumul caroserie, YNVatatorul nu vrea sa ne impartaseasca secretul. E un costum pe care-l pui peste caroserie? E un costum confectionat din caroserii sau elemente de caroserii? Cum se face ca, aparent, cu costumul caroserie te doare la basca de vantul lateral?

Orice maimuta poate baga mana in gaz (sau apasa acceleratia la podea) pe autostrada.

Pe autostrada? Si la 15 grade Celsius? Parca asa a fost ieri.

Câtă răutate, n-am văzut! Omul e în pragul unei descoperiri epocale care va revoluționa mersul pe și pe noi ne foote grija de mărunțișuri ca regulile de circulație! Doar este în altă ligă! Poate este mână-n mână cu ! YNVățătorule, da' o poză cu costumul caroserie nu vede și ochiul nostru?

Se vede ca ai pile.

Nici acum nu intelegem. Cu "costumul caroserie" nu te mai bate vantul din lateral?

Nu de aia e aglomerat la sfarsitul anului, ci pentru ca se intorc capsunarii si pasarile calatoare ciorditoare acasa de sarbatori. La fel e si in perioada de vara sau de Pasti.

However it's a very smart wordplay. Thumbs up!

A farmer is in the middle of plowing his field when his tractor runs out of gas. He needs to get back to the farm, but it's too far for him and his dog, Old Joe, to walk. He wanders out to the road and flags down a sports car. The driver says, “I'll give you a ride, but that dog can't get in my car.” The farmer says, “Don't worry, Old Joe will keep up.” The driver decides to show off and open up the engine for max speed. Just as he's going into fifth gear, he looks out the window and sees Old Joe right beside him. In amazement, he slams on the brakes and Old Joe comes to a halt. The driver jumps out, exclaiming: “He's the most incredible dog I've ever seen! Is there something special about that collar he's wearing?” The farmer shakes his head and says: “That's not a collar. That's his asshole. He's not used to stopping that fast.”

No idea.

A wife was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband's key in the door. “Stay where you are,” she said. “He's so drunk he won't even notice you're in bed with me.” Sure enough, the husband lurched into bed none the wiser, but a few minutes later, through a drunken haze, he saw six feet sticking out at the end of the bed. He turned to his wife: “Hey, there are six feet in this bed. There should only be four. What's going on?” “Nonsense,” said the wife. “You're so drunk you miscounted. Get out of bed and try again. You can see better from over there.” The husband climbed out of the bed and counted, “One, two, three, four. You are right, you know.”