A blind guy on a bar stool shouts to the bartender, “Wanna hear a blonde joke?”
In a hushed voice, the guy next to him says, “Before you tell that joke, you should know something.”
Our bartender IS blonde, the bouncer is blonde. I’m a 6′ tall, 200 lb black belt. The guy sitting next to me is 6’2″, weighs 225, and he’s a rugby player. The fella to your right is 6’5″ pushing 300 and he’s a wrestler. Each one of US is blonde. Think about it, Mister. Do you still wanna tell that joke?”
The blind guy says, “Nah, not if I’m gonna have to explain it five times.”
The couple started discussing pronunciation as they were approaching Natchitoches, Louisiana in their travels. The wife asked a blonde girl in the restaurant, “Can you tell me the name of this place and please pronounce it slowly for me? I’m not from around here.
“Sure, it’s Burger King. Burrr……Gerrr…….King!”
A blonde who got a fishing rod for her birthday decided to go ice fishing to make good use of her gift. Early the next morning, she got all her gear together and headed out to the ice.
When she reached her final destination, she cut a large hole in the ice and dipped the rod in. Then suddenly she heard a voice that said: “There are no fish in there”.
So she moves to another spot and cuts another hole, but then the same voice spoke again and told her there were no fish in there.
So she moves again, and the voice tells her there are no fish in there. So she looks up and sees an irritated man staring down at her.
“How do you know there are no fish there?” asks the blonde.
So the man cooly says “Well first of all, this is a hockey rink, and second of all, you’re going to have to pay for those holes.”
The girl came skipping in in from kindergarten one day and told her Mother. “Mommy, we were counting today and none of the other kids could go past 4 but I counted all the way to 10. Is that because I’m blonde?
“Mommy, we were reciting the alphabet. None of the other kids could go past D, but I went all the way to M. Is that be because I’m a blonde?” Continue reading
An old fellow sat on a park bench watching the two blondes as they worked their way toward him. One dug a hole and waited while the other filled it in. They worked their way down the street, digging and filling up hole after hole, all the way down the street, stopping in front of him.
“Ladies, I have to admire your industry. Why on earth are you working so hard digging holes just to fill them right back up?”
“Oh, we work for the city planting trees. I dig the holes. She fills them up. The girl who puts the tree in called in sick today.”