How can you tell when a blonde sends you a fax?
It has a stamp on it.
Category: blondes
the big beer problem
Why doesn’t the blonde want to drink beer on the beach?
Because she doesn’t want to get sand in her Busch.
So she wouldn’t wake up the sleeping pills.
Q. Why did the blonde tip-toe past the medicine cabinet?
A. So she wouldn’t wake up the sleeping pills.
Blondes on an Island
There are three blondes stranded on an island. Suddenly a fairy appears and offers to grant each one of them one wish.
The first blonde asks to be intelligent. Instantly, she is turned into a brown haired woman and she swims off the island.
The next one asks to be even more intelligent than the previous one, so instantly she is turned into a black haired woman.The black haired woman builds a boat and sails off the island.
The third blonde asks to become even more intelligent than the previous two. The fairy turns her into a man, and he walks across the bridge.
Blonde gone down
One day a blonde named Stephanie wanted to learn how to fly a airplane. So she goes to the airport and says hi, i’d like to learn how to fly a airplane. Well the guy say all the planes are being ysed,but you can used our last Helicopter. She says….well ok. the guy says you will have to check in every 10 minutes.Stephanie agrees.After 10 minutes she checks in “the scenery is great!”10 minutes later”wow this is so fun!”10 minutes after that she doesn’t check in….So the guy calls her….”what happend to you?” Stephanie replied “well i got really cold and turned off thhe big red fan.�
88, 89…
There was a brunette standing along side a busy road chanting “88, 88, 88, 88…” until a blonde came up to her and said, “that looks like fun, can I try?” The brunette said sure so the blonde chanted, “88, 88, 88, 88..” “Well,” said the brunette, “that is fun. But what is even more fun is if you say it in the middle of the street” So the blonde said “OK” and stood in the middle of the street. “88, 88, 88, 88-” BAM! she was run over by a car, completely flattened. Along the side of the road, the brunette began to chant, “89, 89, 89, 89…
1/2 Blonde
What do you call a blonde with half a brain? Gifted!
No Jello
Q: Why don’t blondes eat Jello?
A: They can’t figure out how to get two cups of water into those little packages.
A traveling salesman knocked on a farmer’s…
A traveling salesman knocked on a farmer’s door late one night and requested a place to sleep for the night. “We’re a little tight on space,” said the farmer, “so I’m going to have to put you in with my three sons.” “Oh, pardon me,” said the salesman, “I must be in the wrong joke.”
u guys all suck the cock…
u guys all suck the cock
Buying a Bull
A blonde and a brunette are running a ranch together in
Louisiana. They decide they need a bull to mate with their Cows to increase
their herd.
The brunette takes their life savings of $600 dollars and Goes to Texas to buy
a bull. She eventually meets with an old Cowboy that will sell her a bull. “It’s
the only one I’ve got for $599, take it or leave it.” She buys the bull and goes
to The local telegram office and says, “I’d like to send a Telegram to my friend
in Louisiana. That says: Have found the stud bull for our ranch, bring the
Trailer.”
The man behind the counter tells her, “Telegrams to anywhere in the U.S. is
$.75 per word.”
She thinks about it for a moment and decides.
“I’d like to send one word, please.”
“And what word would that be?” inquires the man.
“Comfortable.” replies the brunette. The man asks, “I’m
Sorry miss, but how is your friend going to understand this Telegram?”
The brunette replies, “My friend is blonde and reads real slow, when she gets
this, she will see COM-FOR-DA-BULL.”
Why are you yelling that?
A painting contractor was speaking with a woman about her job. In the first room she said she would like a pale blue. The contractor wrote this down and went to the window, opened it, and yelled out “green side up!”In the second room she told the painter she would like it painted in a soft yellow. He wrote this on his pad, walked to the window, opened it, and yelled “green side up!” The lady was somewhat curious but she said nothing.In the third room she said she would like it painted a warm rose color. The painter wrote this down, walked to the window, opened it and yelled “green side up!” The lady then asked him, “Why do you keep yelling ‘green side up’?” “I’m sorry,” came the reply. “But I have a crew of blondes laying sod across the street.