The racing-car driver picked up a girl after a race, went home with her and took her to bed.
He fell asleep only to be awakened suddenly when she smacked him in the face.
“What’s the matter? Didn’t I satisfy you when we secure?” he asked.
“It was after you fell asleep that got you into trouble,” said the angry woman.
“In your sleep, you felt my melons and mumbled, ‘What perfect headlights.’
Then you felt my thighs and murmured, ‘what a smooth finish.'”
“What’s wrong with that?” asked the driver.
“Nothing, but then you felt my private part and yelled, ‘who the hell left the garage door open?'”