BMW's

[Eddie Jones]

A lady walks into a BMW dealership. She browses around, spots the
top-of-the-line Beemer and walks over to inspect it. As she bends over to
feel the fine leather upholstery, she inadvertently breaks wind.
Very embarrassed, she looks around nervously to see if anyone has
noticed her little accident and prays that a sales person doesn't pop up
right now.
Her worst nightmare materialises in the form of a salesman standing
right behind her. Cool as a cucumber and displaying complete professionalism, the salesman greets the lady with, "Good day, Madame.
How may we help you today?"
Very uncomfortably, but hoping that the salesman may just not have
been there at the time of her accident, she asks, "Sir, what is the price
of this lovely vehicle?"
He answers, "Madam, if you farted just touching it, you are going to
#### yourself when I tell you the price.

[Eddie Jones]

Oh dear.....The dreaded censor strikes again.....Maybe I should have writ
"Sierra, Hotel, India, Tango".