Seven degrees of blonde

[Rosebud]

Ok I have some new ones here:

First degree:
A married couple were asleep when the phone rang at 2 in the morning. The very blonde wife picked up the phone, listened for a moment and said "How should I know, that's 200 miles from here!" and hung up the phone. The husband said "Who was that?" The wife answered, "I don't know, some woman wanting to know if the coast was clear."

Second degree:
Two blondes were walking down the street. One notices a compact on the street and picks it up and opens it, looks in the mirror and says "Hmm, this perso is familiar." The second blonde says "Here, let me see!" So the first blonde hands her the compact. The second one looks in the mirror and says "you dummy it's me."

Third degree:
A blonde suspects her bopyfriend of cheating so she goes and buys a gun. She goes to his apartment unexpectedly and when she opens the door, she finds him in the arms of a redhead. The blonde is really angry. She opens her purse to take out the gun, and as she does so, she is overcome with grief. She takes the gun and put it to her head. The boyfriend yells "No honey, don't do it!" The blonde replies "Shut up, you're next!!"

Fourth degree:
A blonde was bragging about her knwoledge of state capitals. She proudly says "Go ahead, ask me, I know all of them." A friend says "Ok what's the capital of Wisconsin?" The blonde replies "oh, that's easy: W."

Fifth degree:
What did the blonde ask her doctor when he told her she was pregnant? "Is it mine?"

Sixth degree:
A blonde in her fourth year as a UCLA Freshman, sat in her government class. The professor asked her if she knew what Roe vs. Wade was about. The Blonde pndered for a moment and then said " that was the decision George Washington had to make befoer he crossed the Delaware."

Seventh degree:
Returning home from work, a blonde was shocked to find her house ransacked and burglarized. She telephoned the police at once and reported the crime. The police dispatcher broadcast the call on the radio and the K-9 unit, patrolling nearby was the first to respond. As the K-9 officer approached the house with his dog on a leash, the blonde ran out on the porch, shuddered at the sit of the cop and his dog, and sat down on the steps. Putting her face in her hands, she moaned, " I come home to find all my possessions stolen. I call the police for help, and what do they do? They send me a BLIND policemen."

[Lloyd95]

Great! And all were named "Rosebud"...

[shh!]

I love when blondes can laugh at blonde jokes.

[Lloyd95]

I love when blondes understand blonde jokes.

[shh!]

How are you feeling these days, Lloyd? It doesn't seem like you have been posting much...

[Lloyd95]

How are you feeling these days, Lloyd? It doesn't seem like you have been posting much...

You're derailing Blondie's thread; just looking for work. Might goto NY and trade Commodities.

[shh!]

I don't think she'll mind since she is a regular. Besides, Cybog will just delete our posts, anyway.

Would you MOVE to NY? (How far are you from the big city?)

[Lloyd95]

No commute; which is expensive ($1K/ month) and it'll be about 2 hours each way. I've done it before though.

[Rosebud]

Well I may as well join in the fun... I think they're funny because a lot of times they are true! *excluding myself from that comment*

Nah, I don't mind, and yes be prepared for Cybog to delete our posts. I said hi to asip in another thread and not only did both of our posts get deleted but the thread was closed as well.

[Illusional]

not bad, not bad at all.

raverboy

[Rosebud]

Two blondes were working for the City Public Works Department. One would dig a hole and the other would follow behind her and fill the hole in. They worked up one side of the street, then down the other, then moved onto the next street, working furiously all day without rest, one girl digging a hole, the other filling it in again.
An onlooker was amazed at their hard work, but couldn't understand what they were doing. So he asked the hole digger, "I'm impressed by the effort you two are putting into your work, But I don't get it-why do you dig a hole, only to have your partner follow behind and fill it up again?" The hole digger wiped her brow and sighed, "well, I suppose it probably looks odd because we're normally a three person team. But today the girl who plants the trees called in sick.