…maybe you should just post another BLONDE JOKE!
Q: A one armed blonde is hanging from a tree. How can you make her fall?
A: You wave at her!
Hey, that one’s kind of mean….but, at least that blonde is friendly!! 
But, I’ll give this joke thing “another chance”:
“Another Chance”:
One day a big group of blondes met in New York to show the world that blondes aren’t dumb.
They begged: “Ask any of us any question, and we will show you that we’re not dumb.”
The group caught the attention of a passer by, who volunteered to ask them some questions. He climbed up on a car and randomly picked a blonde out of the crowd.
She got up on the car too and the man asked: “What is the first month of the year?”
The blonde responded: “November?”
“Nope,” said the man. At this point the crowd began to chant, “Give her another chance, give her another chance.”
So the man asked: “What is the capital of the U.S.A ?”
The blonde responded: “Paris?”
So the crowd began chanting again: “Give her another chance, give her another chance.”
The man said: “Okay, but this is the last one. What is one plus one?”
The blonde replied: “Two?”
“Give her another chance, Give her another chance.” screamed the crowd.
See, we blondes are a friendly and generous bunch!
Have a great evening….
Peace.
I was reading Blonde Jokes today - remembering how I used to post the ones I thought were funny…until I ran out of clean ones…
…anyway…
So, I found the following joke and read it to Kayleigh:
“Two blondes had driven across the country to see Disney World in Florida.
As they approached it and got onto the final stretch of highway, they saw a sign saying “Disney World Left!”
After thinking for a minute, the driver blonde said “Oh well!” and started driving back home.”
So, Kayleigh thought for a second and said,
“I don’t get it! How would they get home by turning left??”
Good thing Byron was in the room or we might still be trying to figure each other….and the blonde jokes out!
….and that is what happens when a brunette is raised by a TRUE BLONDE!
Peace out, ya’ll!
It’s Wednesday. I always celebrate “Happy Wednesday” on Wednesday…makes sense…otherwise it would be Happy…other day.
But we’re in the middle of moving this week, and I would rather…well, the list is pretty much endless as to what I would rather do than move…
It’s not even the “moving” that’s so bad…it’s the cleaning up afterward…the sorting through junk in the garage…the weeping…the sobbing…the screaming…
And then there are the vows of “never again”…I will be buried in the new house before I move again…my next move will involve guys in suits and a pine box…
Plus, a lot of bemoaning the fact that I never quite whipped the whole “pack rat” thing…
I have been threatening to float a rumor to all the “haters” out there that I would be devastating beyond repair if someone were to…say…burn the old house down…or something...i don’t know, they could be creative. (it could be quite a release of pent up hostility…)
Anyway, I think I’ll celebrate “Happy Wednesday” next Wednesday…
…it’s just better for everyone.
Did you hear the joke about the blonde who was killed by her own junk, while moving, so they had her funeral at the Goodwill just to make it easier on everyone involved…
Just kidding…sort of.
Peace out.
So, it’s Wednesday again. Happy Wednesday!
I don’t know when I decided that Wednesday would be the day for happiness…I guess it’s kind of sad that I have to make an effort to be happy. I don’t, really. I just tend to err on the melancholy side when I write, so…hence: Happy Wednesday!
I used to tell blonde jokes on Wednesday…but I have told all the ones worth telling. Of course, I AM one long never-ending blonde joke, so I should never be at a loss for material.
Speaking of: last night, Byron was putting some things into my top dresser drawer, and he started laughing. He pulled three things out and said, “This is SO YOU!” He laid the three things next to each other on the bed. They were 1) something feminine and frilly, 2) a single pink and gray argyle sock, and 3) a XXL old t-shirt with paint spots all over it….
Oh well, what can I say, I have my own organizational style.
I love those pink and gray argyle socks, and haven’t given up hope that the missing mate will someday reappear!
Maybe I’ll go on Ebay and see if they have any argyle socks.
A little red bird has decided to make the tree by my front porch his home. He’s been there every day the past few days. Even when I don’t see him, I can hear him chirping in the bushes… I love him and think I’ll name him “Wednesday”.
So, Happy - I’ve run out of blonde jokes so I need to tell lame stories of my disorganized dresser drawers and I love argyle socks and my new red bird named “Wednesday” - Wednesday!
Peace.
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