A blonde calls her boyfriend and says, 'Please come over here and help > me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can't figure out how to get > started.' > > Her boyfriend asks, 'What is it supposed to be when it's finished?' > > The blonde says, 'According to the picture on the box, it's a rooster.' > > Her boyfriend decides to go over and help with the puzzle. > > She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over > the table. > > He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to > her and says, > > 'First of all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able to > assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster.' > > He takes her hand and says, 'Second, I want you to relax. Let's have a > nice cup of tea, and then ...' he said with a deep sigh . . > > > > > (scroll down) > > > > > > > > > > > > 'Let's put all the Corn Flakes back in the box.' >
lilly31 said
12:39 PM Jun 25, 2011
good one .... lol
jimbo said
03:34 PM Jun 25, 2011
Are blondes really like that
Cruising Granny said
04:41 PM Jun 25, 2011
They must be. There's a lot of documentation on the subject. We brunettes laugh, but it has left me wondering. Mmmmmm ....... Does it make any difference if they're a real life, natural blonde or a bleached blonde? I guess if they're "dumb" enough to kill their hair with bleach, they deserve everything they get. This comment has been posted by a genuine, original real brunette.
oldrtvute said
07:19 PM Jun 25, 2011
A blonde decides to try horseback riding, even though she has had no lessons or prior experience.
She mounts the horse, unassisted, and the horse immediately springs into action.. as it gallops along at its steady and rhythmic pace, the blonde begins to slip from the saddle.
In terror, she grabs for the horse's mane, but cannot seem to get a firm grip. She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but despite her best efforts, slides down the horse's flanks.
The horse continues to gallop along, seemingly oblivious to its slipping rider. Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blonde attempts to leap away from the horse and throw herself to safety.
Unfortunately, her foot has become entangled in the stirrup.
She is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground time and time again.
As her head is battered against the ground, she is mere moments away from unconsciousness when to her great fortune, Frank, the Woolworth's trolley boy, sees her dilemma and unplugs the horse.
A blonde calls her boyfriend and says, 'Please come over here and help
> me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can't figure out how to get
> started.'
>
> Her boyfriend asks, 'What is it supposed to be when it's finished?'
>
> The blonde says, 'According to the picture on the box, it's a rooster.'
>
> Her boyfriend decides to go over and help with the puzzle.
>
> She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over
> the table.
>
> He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to
> her and says,
>
> 'First of all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able to
> assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster.'
>
> He takes her hand and says, 'Second, I want you to relax. Let's have a
> nice cup of tea, and then ...' he said with a deep sigh . .
>
>
>
>
> (scroll down)
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>
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> 'Let's put all the Corn Flakes back in the box.'
>
Are blondes really like that
We brunettes laugh, but it has left me wondering. Mmmmmm .......
Does it make any difference if they're a real life, natural blonde or a bleached blonde?
I guess if they're "dumb" enough to kill their hair with bleach, they deserve everything they get.
This comment has been posted by a genuine, original real brunette.
A blonde decides to try horseback riding, even though she has had no lessons or prior experience.
She mounts the horse, unassisted, and the horse immediately springs into action.. as it gallops along at its steady and rhythmic pace, the blonde begins to slip from the saddle.
In terror, she grabs for the horse's mane, but cannot seem to get a firm grip. She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but despite her best efforts, slides down the horse's flanks.
The horse continues to gallop along, seemingly oblivious to its slipping rider. Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blonde attempts to leap away from the horse and throw herself to safety.
Unfortunately, her foot has become entangled in the stirrup.
She is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground time and time again.
As her head is battered against the ground, she is mere moments away from unconsciousness when to her great fortune, Frank, the Woolworth's trolley boy,
sees her dilemma and unplugs the horse.