Blonde Jokes

A blonde tried to sell her old car. She was having a lot of 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, "Did you sell your car?"
"No," replied the blonde, "why should I? It only has 50,000
miles on it."

So there's this blonde out for a walk. She comes to a river and sees
another blonde on the opposite bank. "Yoo-hoo" she shouts, "how
can I get to the other side?
The second blonde looks up the river then down
the river then shouts back, "You are on the other side."

NOT ONE, BUT TWO BLONDES:
Two blondes were walking through the woods and came upon
a set of tracks. One blonde said that they were deer tracks.
The other blonde said that they were moose tracks.
They were still arguing when the train hit 'em

A blonde with two red ears went to her doctor. The doctor asked
her what had happened to her ears and she answered, "I was
ironing a shirt and the phone rang but instead of picking up the
phone I accidentally picked up the iron and stuck it to my ear."
"Oh Dear!" the doctor exclaimed in disbelief. "But, what happened
to your other ear?" "The jerk called back!"

A blonde was driving home after a game, and got caught in a really
bad hailstorm. Her car was covered with dents, so the next day she
took it to a repair shop. The shop owner saw that she was a blonde,
so he decided to have some fun. He told her just to go home and
blow into the tail pipe really hard, and all the dents would pop
out.
So, the blonde went home, got down on her hands and knees and
started blowing into her tailpipe. Nothing happened. She blew a
little
harder, and still nothing happened.  Her roommate, another blonde,
came home and said, "What are you doing?" The first blonde told
her how the repairman had instructed her to blow into the tailpipe
in order to get all the dents to pop out. Her blonde roommate rolled
her eyes and said, "Uh, like hello! You need to roll up the
windows first!"

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