At the end of a tiny deserted bar is a huge Chav male, 6ft 5in tall and 350lbs. He’s having a few beers when a short, well dressed and obviously gay man walks in and sits beside him. After 3 or 4 beers, the gay bloke finally plucks up the courage to say something to the big chav. Leaning over, he cups his huge ear and whispers “Do you want a xxxxx?” At this, the chav leaps up with fire in his eyes and smacks the man in the face. Knocking him off the stool, he proceeds to beat him all the way out of the bar. Finally he leaves him badly bruised in the car park and returns to his seat as if nothing had happened. Amazed, the bartender quickly brings over another beer. "I’ve never seen you react like that” he says, “just what did he say to you?” “I’m not sure” the chav replies. “Something about a job.”

What's the difference between a dead chav and a Ferrari?

I don't have a Ferrari in my garage.