Three blondes died and are at the pearly gates…

Three blondes died and are at the pearly gates of heaven. St. Peter tells
them that they can enter the gates if they can answer one simple question.
St. Peter asks the first blonde, “What is Easter?”
The blonde replies, “Oh, that’s easy! It’s the holiday in November when
everyone gets together, eats turkey, and are thankful…”
“Wrong!,” replies St. Peter, and proceeds to ask the second blonde the same
question, “What is Easter?”
The second blonde replies, “Easter is the holiday in December when we put
up a nice tree, exchange presents, and celebrate the birth of Jesus.”
St. Peter looks at the second blonde, shakes his head in disgust, tells her
she’s wrong, and then peers over his glasses at the third blonde and asks,
“What is Easter?”
The third blonde smiles confidently and looks St. Peter in the eyes, “I
know what Easter is.”
“Oh?” says St. Peter, incredulously.
“Easter is the Christian holiday that coincides with the Jewish celebration
of Passover. Jesus and his disciples were eating at the last supper and
Jesus was later deceived and turned over to the Romans by one of his
disciples. The Romans took him to be crucified and he was stabbed in the
side, made to wear a crown of thorns, and was hung on a cross with nails
through his hands. He was buried in a nearby cave which was sealed off by
a large boulder.”
St. Peter smiles broadly with delight.
The third blonde continues, “Every year the boulder is moved aside so that
Jesus can come out… and, if he sees his shadow, there will be six more
weeks of winter.”

Vital Airhead Statistics

An airhead goes for a job interview in an office. The interviewer starts with the basics. “So, Miss, can you tell us your age, please?” The airhead counts carefully on her fingers for half a minute before replying. “Um … 22.” The interviewer tries another straightforward one to break the ice. “And can you tell us your height, please?” The young lady stands up and produces a measuring tape from her handbag. She then traps one end under her foot and extends the tape to the top of her head. She checks the measurement and announces, “Five foot two!” This isn’t looking good so the interviewer goes for the real basics; something the she won’t have to count, measure, or lookup. “Just to confirm for our records, your name please?” The airhead bobs her head from side to side for about fifteen seconds, mouthing something silently to herself, before replying, “Mandy!” The interviewer is completely baffled at this stage, so he asks, “What were you doing when I asked you your name?” “Oh, that!” replies the airhead,” I was just running through that song, ‘Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…’.”

Turn back your car odometer

A blonde made several attempts to sell her old car. She was having a lot of problems finding a buyer because the car had 340,000 miles on it. She discussed her problem with a brunette that she worked with at a bar.The brunette suggested, “There may be a chance to sell that car easier, but it’s not going to be legal.””That doesn’t matter at all,” replied the blonde. “All that matters it that I am able to sell this car.””Alright,” replied the brunette. In a quiet voice, she told the blonde: “Here is the address of a friend of mine. He owns a car repair shop around here. Tell him I sent you, and he will turn the counter back on your car to 40,000 miles. Then it shouldn’t be a problem to sell your car.”The following weekend, the blonde took a trip to the mechanic on the brunette’s advice.About one month after that, the brunette saw the blonde and asked, “Did you sell your car?””No!” replied the blonde. “Why should I? It only has 40,000 miles on it.”