[The Frog Meister]

> > A sales rep parks his brand new Porsche in front of the office to
> > show it off to his colleagues.
> > As he's getting out of the car, a huge 18 wheel truck comes flying
> > along too close to the kerb and takes off the door before speeding
> off.
> > Distraught, the rep grabs his mobile and calls the police.
> > Five minutes later, the police arrive.
> > Before the cop has a chance to ask any questions, the rep starts
> > screaming hysterically:
> > "My Porsche, my beautiful red Porsche is ruined. No matter how long
> > it's at the panel beaters it'll simply never be the same again!"
> > After the rep finally stops ranting and raving, the policeman shakes
> > his head in complete disgust.
> > "I can't believe how materialistic you bloody sales people are," he
> says,
> > "You lot are so focused on your possessions that you don't notice
> > anything else in your life."
> > "How can you say such a thing at a time like this?" snaps the rep.
> > The policeman replies, "Didn't you realise that your left arm was
> > torn off when the truck hit you?"
> > The rep looks down in absolute horror. "F***ing hell!" he screams,
> > "Where's my Rolex?"