A young blonde stock broker was bored with her BMW. It lacked
individuality, and besides that, every bitch in the office had one.
She fancied something a bit more individual, "Perhaps an MG
convertible," she mused to herself.

That week, she visited her local car dealer and spied a beautiful
Jaguar XK140 convertible. It was wonderfully restored and she fell in
love with its gorgeous red paintwork. An empty check stub later and
off she was driving down the leafy country lanes enjoying her
beautiful new car.

Her long blonde hair was flowing in the wind, music blaring from the
radio, what could go wrong?

With that, there was a jerking from the engine and the car slowly
coasted to a stop. She got out and lifted the hood and concluded,
after a few minutes realized that she didn't have a clue.

Luckily, she had her mobile phone with her and a quick phone call to
Triple A and a short wait saw a bright shiny yellow van pull up behind
her.

"That's a lovely car" says the AAA man "What seems to be the problem?"

"Well, it just conked out I'm afraid."

"Let me have a look," he said.

He set to work and ten minutes later the engine was purring like a cat
again.

quot;Oh goody!" she said, "What was the matter?"

"Simple really, just shit in the carburetor" he replied.

Looking shocked she asked, "Oh, OK. How many times a week do I have to
do that?