Bashing Blondes…part 2!

Q: What do you call a blonde golfer with an IQ of 125?
A: A foursome.

Q: What do you call a blonde in a black leather jacket?
A. A rebel without a clue!

Q: What do you call a blonde skeleton in the closet?
A: Last year’s hide and seek champ.

Q: What do you call a blonde with 2 brain cells?
A: Pregnant.

Q: What do you call a blonde with 90% of her intelligence gone?
A: Divorced.

Q: What do you call a fly buzzing inside a blonde’s head?
A: A space invader.

Q: What do you call a really smart blonde?
A: A golden retriever.

Q: What does a blonde say during a porno?
A: There I am!!

Q: What does the postcard from a blonde’s vacation say?
A: Having a wonderful time. Where am I?

Q: What happens when a blonde gets Alzheimer’s disease?
A: Her IQ goes up.

Swimming

There’s a brunette, a redhead, and a blonde stuck on a island. They eventualy decide two swim back to the mainland, which they can just barely see in the distance.

The brunette gets 1/4 of the way there and drowns.

The redhead gets 1/2 of the way there & drowns.

The blonde is the best swimmer of the group, and makes it 3/4 of the way there, but then she starts getting tired, so she turns around and swims back.

A blonde, a burnet and red head

A blonde a burnet and red head are trapped on top of a burning building some
firemen at the bottom say to the burnet “jump its your only way to live� so she
jumps and the firemen pull the sheet back and she splatters on the ground then
they tell the red head to jump and she said “no your just going to pull the
sheet back “they say no we wont we just don�t like burnet and soon she jumps
they pull the sheet and she dies the they tell the blonde to jump and she says
the only way ill jump is if you put the sheet down and back away from it.

Blonde Painting

It was a hot and humid July afternoon, when I decided to visit my girl friend, Susie. Susie may be blonde and beautiful, but sometimes she is, shall we say, lacking in other areas.

Well Susie had decided her kitchen needed repainting, and instead of hiring a professional, decided to do it herself. I thought she might appreciate a break and brought over some cold beer and some sandwitches.

When I arrived, I found Susie working hard painting the kitchen walls. But instead of wearing old clothes, she was wearing her fur coat and her ski parka.

I asked her why she was dressed that way on such a hot day. She brought me the paint bucket and told me to read the instructions. I did.

It said, . . . “For best results, put on two coats.”