What’s YOUR Name?
George, spotting a nice-looking gal in a bar, goes up and starts small talk. Since she didn’t back off, he asked her name.
“Carmen,” she replied.
“That’s a nice name,” he said, warming up the conversation. “Who named you, your mother?”
“No, I named myself,” she answered.
“Oh, that’s interesting. Why Carmen?”
“Because I like cars, and I like men,” she said, looking directly into his eyes. “What’s YOUR name?”
“Beerf**k,” said George.