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The Blondes Fight Back

We blonds at the ofise are tired of all the the dum stoopid jokes about us. We think this is hairassment. It causes us grate stress and makes our roots turn dark. We have hired a loyer and he is talking to the loyers at Clairol. We will take this all the way to the supream cort if we have two. Juj Thomas knos all about hairassment and he will be on are side. We have also talked to the govner to make a new law to stop this pursicushun. We want a law that makes peepol tell brewnet jokes as much as blond jokes and every so often a red head joke. If we don't get our way we will not date anybody that ain't blond and we will make up jokes about you and we will laff. Sined by the blonds at the ofise More Blonde Jokes... Can't pass these up... What do you call a blonde with two brain cells? Pregnant with twins. How do you get a blonde to marry you? Tell her she's pregnant. You know what she'll say after that? Is it mine? Why can't blondes dial 911? They can't find the eleven on the phone. Did you hear about the two blondes that were found frozen to death in their car at a drive-in movie theater? They went to see "Closed for Winter." Why don't blondes like making Kool-Aid? Because they can't fit 8 cups of water in the little packet. Why was the blonde reviewing the ABCs? She was studying for a multiple choice test. Why do blondes put rulers on their foreheads? They want to measure their intelligence. Why do blondes stand under light bulbs? It's the closest they'll come to a bright idea. Why do blonde nurses bring red magic markers to work? In case they have to draw blood. A Blonde Sells a Car A blonde tried to sell her old car. She was having a lot or problems selling it because the car had 250,000 miles on it. One day she told her problem to a brunette she worked with at a salon. The brunette told her, "There is a possibility to make the car easier to sell, but it's not legal." "That doesn't matter," replied the blonde, "if I only can sell the car." "Okay," said the brunette. "Here is the address of a friend of mine. He owns a car repair shop. Tell him I sent you, and he will turn the counter in your car back to 50,000 miles. Then it should not be a problem to sell your car anymore." The following weekend, the blonde made the trip to the mechanic. About one month after that, the brunette asked the blonde, "Well? Did you sell your car?" "No," replied the blonde, "Why should I? It only has 50,000 miles on it."