Manhood

An affluent young man is driving along in his 12-cylinder Jaguar bragging to the young lady in the passenger seat about how fast the car will go when some other guy on a Vespa motor scooter passes by going very fast.

He doesn't want to get shown up by a guy on a scooter so he accelerates. Sure enough, shortly he catches up with the scooter and passes it.

His sense of manhood restored he smiles and continues chatting up the young lady. Then, a while later, the Vespa passes the Jaguar again only this time like it was standing still.

At this point, the young man is getting angry that the show-off on the scooter keeps trying to outdo him so he floors it. He pushes the accelerator hard into the floorboards. All 12 cylinders roar to life and the Jaguar just flies down the highway.

Sure enough, shortly, he catches up with the scooter going by it so fast it almost looked like it was going in the opposite direction.

"That showed him!" the young man was thinking--at this point not even aware how nervous his passenger looked--as he watched the Vespa fade out to a tiny dot in his rear-view.

Testosterone pumping, white knuckles clenching the steering wheel, shoulders squared he just keeps his foot pressed into the floorboards, and to his amazement the tiny dot started to grow again. He couldn't believe it! Here he was in a 12-cylinder Jaguar with the acclerator jammed into the floorboards and a Vespa of all things was gaining on him.

It was just too much. Furious, he slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road. Brakes locked up, smoke coming off the tires the Vespa skidded to a stop beside him. He opens up the window and shouts: "Since when can a Vespa go faster than a Jag?!?"

"Since I got my suspenders caught in your door handle. Thank God you finally stopped!"

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