Joe won half a million dollars in a drawing.

Joe won half a million dollars in a drawing.

He grew up poor but always loved cars so he went to the dealership and bought a brand new Lamborghini Aventador. He pulled out of the parking lot and up to the first stoplight when a clown in full makeup, wig and everything pulled up beside him on a Vespa. My friend looked over at the clown who is insistently pointed downward.

“What?” Joe thought, “This clown wants to race? Oh well, I want to see what this car will do anyways.” So the light turns green and Joe punches it.

30, 40, 50 miles per hour in no time flat. Amazed at his own acceleration, he looks in the rearview mirror and sees the clown getting smaller, and smaller, and smaller.

Well, Joe doesn’t want to get a ticket on his first drive in his new car so he lets up, but a second later the clown flies past him on his little Vespa.

“What the hell?” Joe thought, “There is no way this clown can beat me on that thing!”

He shifts gears and floors it. 80, 90, 100 miles per hour he passes the clown again and looks up at the rearview and sees the clown getting smaller, and smaller, and smaller and then bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Zoom, the clown blasts past him.

Joe was livid. There is no way he just spent half a million dollars on a car to be beaten by a clown on a Vespa. He shifted gears again and this time passed the clown at 150 miles per hour. “There is no way that thing can go 150 miles per hour!” he told himself.

Joe looks up at the rearview and sees the clown getting smaller, and smaller, and smaller and then bigger, and bigger, and bigger.

By this time the clown is holding on to the Vespa for dear life. His wig is gone, his oversized pants are ballooned out behind him like a parachute, and his face paint is rolling down his cheeks. And then, the clown blasts past Joe like a rocket.

Absolutely ticked off and having had enough, Joe slams on the brakes and pulls off to the side of the road. He was ready to take the car back and get a refund when the clown limps up to Joe on his tiny bike.

“How? I must know how you could beat me on that little thing?” Joe begged.

The clown screamed back, “My suspenders were caught in the door!!!”

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