I was reading this http://www.reddit.com/r/TheRedPill/comments/1x1vs3/women_arent_funny_and_their_stories_suck/

I have always wondered why there are way more many male comedians and why I tend to find them funnier. Also I have found, generally speaking, I like listening to men spinning a yarn and recounting a funny story.

So my question/challenge is this; recount a funny story to me. Obviously state your gender and lets see how it plays out. I love listening to peoples funny stories, so make me laugh.

Ill go first. I was actually telling this story to someone the other day because its raining so much here at the moment and it was relevant. I understand this might not even be funny to a lot of people and I am a woman so there's that.

I had just learnt to drive. My dad got me a car and i was super excited to be mobile and free so I decided to drive out to a friend and surprise her. I spent the afternoon there and after a bit it started to rain and i mean torrential rain. It was bouncing off the pavements and rivers were forming on the roads instantly. I had to leave right in the middle of this downpour and felt really nervous. Just running from her door to my car I was drenched. I sat in the car for a moment bracing myself for a few moments and then set off. Cars were driving slow and even with the window wipers full pelt visibility was poor. I approached a a part of the road with a massive puddle it was like a small lake and on the pavement was a load of people and i suddenly shit myself thinking i might get them wet and then I remembered a conversation with my husband about how actually driving faster was better than driving slower ..or was it the other way round i was sure he said go faster but i didnt have enough time to really think and i was panicking so I floored it i literally put the peddle to the metal lol feeling happy i as protecting all these people from a soaking. I flew past them and the size of the puddle made my car feel some resistant but I pushed through at an impressive speed because i knew that i would be keeping them dry. As i got past them I peered into my rear view mirror to make sure they were all ok but i couldnt see them all i could see was a wall of water about thirty feet high. I realised now that I was mistaken in what my husband had told me and freaked the fuck out and as the wave died down I could now see about 7 dismayed people looking like they had been thrown in a swimming pool one of them shaking his fist at me. I kept going thinking "fuckfuckfuckfuck" got home and told my husband whos response was "fuck!! Ive always wanted to do that!"

well there you have it. If i get any responses il tell you about the time i slapped a muslim guy around the face (at his request) to prove his theory about women being incapable of violence lol