Thursday, November 17, 2011

In defense of blondes . . .

An old, blind cowboy wanders into an all-girl biker bar by mistake. He finds his way to a bar stool and orders a shot of Jack Daniels.

After sitting there for a while, he yells to the bartender, "Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?"

The bar falls absolutely silent. In a very deep, husky voice, a woman next to him says, "Cowboy, before you tell that joke, I think it is only fair, given that you are blind, that you should know five things:

1. The bartender is a blonde with a baseball bat.

2. The bouncer is a blonde girl.

3. I'm a 6-foot tall, 175-pound blonde gal with a black belt in karate.

4. The woman sitting next to me is blonde and a professional weightlifter.

5. The lady to your right is blonde and a professional wrestler.

"Now, think about it seriously, cowboy. Do you still wanna tell that blonde joke?"

The blind cowboy thinks for a second, shakes his head and mutters, "No, not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times."

The memorial service for the cowboy will be held next Tuesday.

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