A Crapaud parks his brand new Porsche in front of the Guernsey office to show it off to Guernsey colleagues.
As he's getting out of the car, a truck comes speeding along too close to the kerb and takes off the door before speeding off.
More than a little distraught, the Crapaud grabs his mobile and calls the police.
Five minutes later, the police arrive. Before the policeman has a chance to ask any questions, the Crapaud starts screaming hysterically:
"My Porsche, my beautiful silver Porsche is ruined. No matter how long it takes at the panel
beaters it'll simply never be the same again!"
After the Crapaud finally finishes his rant, the policeman shakes his head in disgust. "Caw chapin mon vieux! I can't believe how bloney materialistic you bloney Crapauds are eh? La.," he says.
" Dammie me eh? 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 Crapaud.
The policeman replies, "Caw eh? Didn't you realise that your right arm was torn off when the truck hit you eh? La”
The Crapaud looks down in absolute horror.
"f***ing' hell!" he screams.
"Where's my Rolex!?!"