Last night, while walking past a parked car Jim spotted this numberplate:
"Hey guys! Look at this numberplate!" he called.
However he had failed to notice that
1. the car was occupied; and
2. the driver side window was open.
"What's wrong with my numberplate?" asked the lady in the car.
We all ran away to the bar and ordered cherry beers.
 In case it's not obvious, Rob, Dean and I all read it and immediately got the word vagina.