The Blonde’s Revenge!

The Blonde’s Revenge!

* Why are brunettes so proud of their hair?
It matches their mustache.

* What’s black, blue, and brown and lying in a ditch?
A brunette who’s told too many blonde jokes.

* What’s the real reason a brunette keeps her figure?
No one else wants it!

* What do brunettes miss most about a great party?
The invitation.

* Why are so many blonde jokes one-liners?
So brunettes can remember them.

* What do you call a brunette in a room full of blondes?
Invisible.

* What’s a brunette’s mating call?
“Has the blonde left yet?”

* What do you call a good looking man with a brunette?
A hostage

* Who makes bras for brunettes?
Fisher-Price

Blonde quickies 3

Q: Why don’t blondes eat Jello?
A: They can’t figure out how to get two cups of water into those little packages.

Q: What do you call a blonde with a dollar on the top of their head?
A: All you can eat, under a buck.

Q: Why don’t blondes eat pickles?
A: Because they can’t get their head in the jar.

Q: Why don’t blondes eat bananas?
A: They can’t find the zipper.

Q: Why do blondes wear hoop earings?
A: They have to have some place to rest their ankles.

Q: What does a blonde put behind her ears to make her more attractive?
A: Her ankles.

Q: Why do blondes wear green lipstick?
A: Because red means stop.

Q: Why do blondes wear red lipstick?
A: Because red means “Stop, wrong hole.”

Q: How can you tell if a blonde has been in your refrigerator?
A: By the lipstick on your cucumbers.

Q: Why don’t blondes use vibrators?
A: They chip their teeth.

Blonde Dyes Her Hair Brown

Once upon a time, a blonde became so sick of hearing blonde
jokes that she had her hair cut and dyed brown. A few days
later, as she was driving around the countryside, she stopped
her car to let a flock of sheep pass. Admiring the cute woolly
creatures, she said to the shepherd, “If I can guess how many
sheep you have, can I take one?”

The shepherd, always the gentleman replied, “Of course.”

The blonde thought for a moment and for no discernible reason
said, “352.”

This being the correct number, the shepherd was, understandably,
totally amazed and exclaimed, “You’re right! O.K., I’ll keep to
my end of the deal. Take your pick of my flock.”

The blonde carefully considered the entire flock and finally
picked one that was by far cuter and more playful than any of
the others.

When she was done, the shepherd turned to her and said, “O.K.,
now I have a proposition for you. If I can guess your true hair
color, can I have my dog back?