"Oh yes," she replied, "it came off worse than me, all of the aliens were killed but one."
Laughing first, the mechanic said, "Well, you need to go to the mental ward at the hospital and take the left-over alien with you."
"Oh no, he said he's okay."
"He did did he. Where is he now?"
"Under the rug on the back seat," she replied, adding, "have a look, he won't mind. He might be green and furry, with six fangs, but he's really nice, and he speaks our language too."
DO YOU THINK THE MECHANIC WILL 'TAKE A LOOK'? Would YOU?by Carolyn Ann Aish, Inglewood, Taranaki, New Zealand
"Well, sir," she tried to explain, now that he mechanic had embarrassed her. "It was late last night and I came through the middle of your town doing about a hundred, several Las Vegas highway patrol cars were after me."
"Why were they chasing you?" the mechanic just had to ask.
"Well," she responded, "I guess it was because I had hit several cars leaving Vegas."
"So why didn't you just stop?" he just had to ask.
"Well," she said with a sheepish grin, "because there were two really upset firemen chasing me too!"by Joseph L. Rose, Mondragone, Italy