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There was a blonde who wanted a promotion at work, but her employer denied her the oppurtunity because she was blonde, so she dyed her hair a light brown colour, thinking it would do the trick, she would try it at work but first she was going to try it on the general public. So one day, she was in the countryside, and she pulled up by a farm, there was a farmer tending to some sheep, when she asked,
"If I can count how many sheep are in your field, could I have one."
"That is a deal, young lady," he replied. So she counted them up and finally counted them all.
"126"
"Well young lady, a deal is a deal, take your pick"
She was walking back to the car when the farmer called. "Young lady, if I guess what colour your hair really is, can I have my dog back??"
Three blondes were applying for the last available position in the Wyoming Sheriff’s Department. The detective conducting the interview looked at the three of them and said, “So ya’ll want to be a cop, eh?” The blondes all nodded.
The detective got up, opened a file drawer and pulled out a file folder. Sitting back down, he opened it up and pulled out a picture and said,
“To be a detective, you have to be able to detect. You must be able to notice such things as distinguishing features and oddities, like scars and tattoos.”
So saying, he stuck the photo in the face of the first blonde and withdrew it after about two seconds.
“Now,” he said, “did you notice any distinguishing features about the man?”
The blonde immediately said, “Yes, I did. He has only one eye!”
The detective shook his head and said, “Of course he has only one eye in this picture! It’s a profile of his face! You’re dismissed!”
The first blonde hung her head and walked out of the office.
The detective then turned to the second blonde, stuck the same photo in her face for two seconds, pulled it back and said, “What about you? Did you notice anything unusual or outstanding about this man?”
“Yes! He only has one ear!”
The detective put his head in his hand and exclaimed, “Didn’t you hear what I just told the other ? This is a profile of the man’s face! Of course you can only see one ear! You’re excused, too!”
The second blonde sheepishly walked out of the office.
The detective turned his attention to the third and last blonde and said, “This is probably a waste of time, but….”
He flashed the photo in her face for a couple of seconds and withdrew it, saying, “All right. Did you notice anything distinguishing or unusual about this man?”
The blonde replied, “I sure did! This man wears contact lenses.”
The detective frowned, examined the picture and began reviewing some of the papers in the folder. He looked up at the blonde with a puzzled expression and said, “You’re absolutely right!
His bio says he wears contacts! How in the world could you tell that by looking at this picture?”
The blonde rolled her eyes and said, “Well, duhhhhhhh!
With only one eye and one ear he certainly can’t wear glasses!”
A guy took a blonde out on a date. Eventually they ended up parked at a “lovers point” where they started making out. After things started getting pretty good, he thought he might get lucky, so he asked her “Do you want to get into the back seat?”
“NO!” she answered.
Okay, he thought, maybe she’s not ready yet.
Now he has her shirt and skirt off, the windows are steamed, and things are getting really hot, so he asks again, “Do you want to get into the back seat?”
“NO!” she answers again.
Now he has her вrа off, they’re both very sweaty, and she even has his pants unzipped. Okay, he thinks, she HAS to want it now. “Do you want to get into the back seat NOW?” he asks again. “NO!” she answers yet again.
Frustrated, he demands “Well, why not!”
“Because I want to stay up here with you!”
I was sitting in my office when a case came in. So I finished two bottles from it. I was tough, so tough I wore my clothes out from the inside.
Suddenly a tall blonde walked past my window. I knew she was tall because I was on the second floor.
The phone rang and I knew something was wrong. I didn’t have a phone.
It was a girl and she was in trouble. I knew she was, ’cause she said so.
I raced down the stairs and called a cab. The cab stopped with a jеrк. Then the jеrк got out and I got in.
We took the corner at hundred kilometers per hour, but a cop stopped us and told us to put the corner back.
We kept on the pavement, because there was a sign that said:
“Keep Death Off Our Roads”.
Then we were out of the city. I knew it, because we were not hitting so many pedestrians.
As we came to her house, she greeted me with a burning kiss. Then she took the cigarette out and kissed me again.
She pointed two thirty-eights at me. She also had a gun.
She had the most beautiful blonde hair I have ever seen - hanging from her left nostril.
She had teeth like the ten commandments - all broken.
She also had the most beautiful eyes - so beautiful that the one eye could not stop looking at the other one.
There was a man on the floor. He had stab wounds in his heart, bullet wounds in his head and his wrists were slashed. He was dead.
I said:
“Lady, if this man was alive, he sure would be ill”. So I took her for a drive to calm her nerves.
Suddenly a brick came flying through the window and hit her on the left вrеаsт - breaking three of my fingers.
We had a flat tire, so I pumped and she pumped and I pumped. Then we got out and fixed the flat tire.
Then I took her home and as I was kissing her goodnight, her father opened the door and stepped on my back, almost breaking it.
As I was giving her a final good-night kiss, she closed her legs and broke my nose.
A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She’d seen many books on the subject, and finally getting all the necessary tools together, she made for the ice.
After positioning her comfy footstool, she started to make a circular cut in the ice. Suddenly, from the sky, a voice boomed,
“There are no fish under the ice.”
Startled, the blonde moved further down the ice, poured a thermos of cappuccino, and began to cut yet another hole. Again from the heavens the voice bellowed,
“There are no fish under the ice.”
The blonde, now worried, moved away, clear down to the opposite end of the ice. She set up her stool once more and tried again to cut her hole.
The voice came once more,
“There are no fish under the ice.”
She stopped, looked skyward, and said,
“Is that you lord?”
The voice replied,
“No, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE HOCKEY RINK.”