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Know a friend, family member or co-worker who reminds you of Tom or Ray?
Our condolences! (May we suggest a paper bag with eye holes?)
But... we'd like to see the photographic evidence, please!
Snap a photo, and share it right here. Once you've shared
your suggestion, take a gander at the other unfortunate souls who have been, uh, "nominated."
In a few weeks, we'll post the finalists. And then, each of us will have
a chance to vote for the two best matches for our humble hosts.
And please don't send any more pictures of Osama Bin Laden and Fidel
Castro for Tom. We've got plenty! (Besides: it's supposed to be someone you know.)
The winner, and his or her nominator, both get our latest CD, and our
deepest sympathies.
 Want to send Car Talk stuff to dad for Father's Day?
We'd like you to reconsider, but who are we to stop you? We've put together a special page featuring suggestions for the old lug head, including our latest CD, Field Guide to the North American Wacko --
and classics like Why You Should Never
Listen To Your Father When It Comes to Cars.
Best of all, procrastinators can wait until Friday, June 6, without paying extra
shipping charges.If you'll excuse us now, Danny DeVito and Fidel Castro just came barreling through the door here at Car Talk Plaza. Or, at least,
two
remarkable look-a-likes.
Yours in NPR doppelgangers,
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Maury Maille
Director of Double-Takes
Car Talk Plaza
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Here's this week's Lame Joke of the Week, courtesy of John Burke of Lyons,
Colorado:
The Monk
A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, "My car broke down. Do you
think I could stay the night?"
The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no
other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk."
The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same
monastery.
The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car.
That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.
The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk."
The man says, "All right, all right. I'm dying to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was, is to become a monk, how do I become a
monk?
The monks reply, you must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these
numbers, you will become a monk.
The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, "I have traveled the earth and
devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked for. There are 371,145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382
sand pebbles on the earth."
The monks reply, "Congratulations, you are correct and now you are a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound."
The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, "The sound is behind that door."
The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He asks, "May I have the key?"
The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.
Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man requests the key to the stone door.
The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that
door is another door, this one made of sapphire. And so it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst.
Finally, the monks say, "This is the key to the last door."
The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is astonished to find the source of that strange sound.
It is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight . . . But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.
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Field Guide to the North American Wacko
Lame Joke of the Week
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