<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:55:01.202-07:00</updated><category term='Short Blonde Jokes'/><category term='Funny Blonde Jokes'/><category term='Dumb Blonde Jokes'/><category term='Dirty Blonde Jokes'/><category term='Best Blonde Jokes'/><category term='Hilarious Blonde Jokes'/><category term='Clean Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde/blond Jokes/joke - Dumb Blonde Jokes, Funny &amp; Best Blonde Jokes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-3941609156571888074</id><published>2009-03-01T21:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:57:52.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde at Football Game - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A guy decides to bring his new blonde girlfriend to a football game.  After the game is over, he asks her if she liked the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She replies: "Oh it was great, I loved watching those men in tight clothes, but there is one thing I don't understand." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"What did you not understand ?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the blonde says: "Well, at the begginning of the game, both teams flipped a quarter to see who would kick off first. Then the rest of the game everybody was yelling get the quarter back, get the quarter back, get the quarter back. So I thought to myself, gosh it's just a quarter!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-3941609156571888074?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3941609156571888074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-at-football-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/3941609156571888074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/3941609156571888074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-at-football-game.html' title='Blonde at Football Game - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-8973822483324699735</id><published>2009-03-01T21:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:57:55.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Another Chance - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day a big group of blondes met in New York to show the world that blondes aren't dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; They begged: "Ask any of us any question, and we will show you that we're not dumb." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The group caught the attention of a passer by, who volunteered to ask them some questions. He climbed up on a car and randomly picked a blonde out of the crowd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  She got up on the car too and the man asked: "What is the first month of the year?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The blonde responded: "November?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  "Nope," said the man.  At this point the crowd began to chant, "Give her another chance, give her another chance." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  So the man asked: "What is the capital of the U.S.A ?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The blonde responded: "Paris?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So the crowd began chanting again: "Give her another chance, give her another chance." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  The man said: "Okay, but this is the last one.  What is one plus one?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The blonde replied: "Two?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  “Give her another chance, Give her another chance." screamed the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-8973822483324699735?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8973822483324699735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/8973822483324699735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/8973822483324699735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-chance.html' title='Another Chance - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-6901039080812569176</id><published>2009-03-01T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:57:59.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Yell for Help - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Three blondes are in an elevator when the elevator suddenly stops and the lights go out. They try using their cell phones to get help, but have no luck. Even the phones are out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a few hours of being stuck with no help in sight, one blonde says to the others "I think the best way to call for help is by yelling together." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The others agree with the first, so they all inhale deeply and begin to yell loudly "Together, together, together." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-6901039080812569176?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6901039080812569176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/yell-for-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/6901039080812569176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/6901039080812569176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/yell-for-help.html' title='Yell for Help - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-1779173035205122516</id><published>2009-03-01T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:58:05.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Magic Mirror - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was this bar and in the bar there was a magic mirror.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you told a lie it would suck you in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day a brunette walked into this bar. She walked up to the mirror and said 'I think I'm the most beautiful woman in the world' and it sucked her in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next day a redhead walked into the bar. She walked up to the mirror and said 'I think I'm the most beautiful woman in the world' and it sucked her in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then the next day a blond walked into the bar. She walked up to the mirror and said 'I think...' and it sucked her in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-1779173035205122516?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1779173035205122516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/magic-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1779173035205122516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1779173035205122516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/magic-mirror.html' title='Magic Mirror - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-922925353137161616</id><published>2009-03-01T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:57:38.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>More Blonde Q&amp;A - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What do you call an eternity? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Four Blondes in four cars at a four way stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Why do Blondes have TGIF written on their shoes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: Toes Go In First. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What do SMART Blondes and UFOs have in common? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: You always hear about them but never see them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Why do Blondes always smile during lightning storms? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: They think their picture is being taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-922925353137161616?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/922925353137161616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-blonde-q.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/922925353137161616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/922925353137161616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-blonde-q.html' title='More Blonde Q&amp;A - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-6726436705172160897</id><published>2009-03-01T21:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:57:34.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Passed Away - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sally goes to work one morning crying her eyes out. Her boss, concerned his employee, walks over to her and asks sympathetically, "What's the matter?" The blonde replies, "Early this morning I got a phone call that my mother had passed away." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The boss, feeling very sorry at this point suggests to the young girl, "Why don't you go home for the day...we aren't terribly busy. Just take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the day off and go relax." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sally very calmly states, "No I'd be better off here. I need to keep my mind busy and I have the best chance of doing that here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The boss agrees and allows her to work as usual. "If you need anything just let me know" says the boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few hours pass and the boss decides to check on Sally. He looks out his office and sees her crying hysterically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He rushes over an asks, "What's the matter now? Are you going to be ok?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sally breaks down in tears. "I just received a horrible call from my sister.  She said that her mom died too!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-6726436705172160897?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6726436705172160897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/passed-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/6726436705172160897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/6726436705172160897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/passed-away.html' title='Passed Away - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-8256881022211063966</id><published>2009-03-01T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:57:31.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Cutting Pizza - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A blonde went to buy a Pizza and after ordering, the assistant asked the blonde if she would like her pizza cut into six pieces or twelve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Six please" she said, "I could never eat twelve!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-8256881022211063966?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8256881022211063966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/cutting-pizza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/8256881022211063966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/8256881022211063966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/cutting-pizza.html' title='Cutting Pizza - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-9083117605208395608</id><published>2009-03-01T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:57:26.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde Cops - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A blonde cop stops blonde motorist and asks for her driving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Motorist scuffles around in her purse and can't find it. She says to the cop, "I must have left it at home officer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop says, "Well, do you have any kind of identification?" The motorist scuffles around in her purse again, and finds a pocket mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at it and says to the cop, "All I have is this picture of myself." The cop says, "Let me see it, then." So the blonde motorist gives the mirror to the blonde cop, who looks at it, and replies, "Well, if I had known you were a police officer, I wouldn't have even pulled you over. You can go now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-9083117605208395608?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9083117605208395608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-cops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/9083117605208395608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/9083117605208395608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-cops.html' title='Blonde Cops - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-5914991766882612696</id><published>2009-03-01T21:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:57:22.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>3 People in a Airplane - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Once there were 3 people in an airplane, one took a bite out of&lt;br /&gt;an apple. She thought it was too sweet so she threw it out of&lt;br /&gt;the plane. The second person took a bite out of a lemon and she&lt;br /&gt;thought it was too sour so, she threw it out of the plane. Then&lt;br /&gt;the last person took a bite out of a grenade and he thought it&lt;br /&gt;was too crunchy so, he threw it out of the plane. Then they&lt;br /&gt;landed and decided to go for a walk. They first passed a little&lt;br /&gt;girl who was crying and they asked, "little girl, little girl,&lt;br /&gt;why are you crying?" and the little girl said, "an apple came&lt;br /&gt;down and killed my new kitty". Next they passed a little boy&lt;br /&gt;who&lt;br /&gt;was also crying. And they again asked, "little boy, little boy,&lt;br /&gt;why are you crying?" and the little boy said, "a lemon came&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;and killed my new puppy." Then they passed a blonde sitting on&lt;br /&gt;the side walk laughing her butt off. They asked, "why are you&lt;br /&gt;laughing so hard?" and the blonde said, "I farted and the&lt;br /&gt;building behind me blew up!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-5914991766882612696?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5914991766882612696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-people-in-airplane_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/5914991766882612696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/5914991766882612696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-people-in-airplane_01.html' title='3 People in a Airplane - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-6171743629064295307</id><published>2009-03-01T21:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:57:19.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>NASA Experiment - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A blond, a brunette, and a redhead were trying out for a new NASA experiment on sending women to different planets. First, they called the brunette in and asked her a question.&lt;br /&gt;"If you could go to any planet, what planet would you want to go to and why?"&lt;br /&gt;After pondering the question she answered, "I would like to go to Mars because it seems so interesting with all the recent news about possible extra terrestrial life on the planet."&lt;br /&gt;They said "well okay, thank you." And told her that they would get back to her.&lt;br /&gt;Next, the redhead entered the room and the NASA people asked her the same question. In reply, "I would like to go to Saturn to see all of its rings." Again, "thank you" and they would get back to her.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the blond entered the room and they asked her the same question they asked the brunette and the redhead. She thought for a while and replied, "I would like to go to the sun."&lt;br /&gt;The people from NASA replied, "why, don't you know that if you went to the sun you would burn to death?"&lt;br /&gt;The blond smirked and put her hands on her hips. "Are you guys dumb? I'd go at night!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-6171743629064295307?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6171743629064295307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/nasa-experiment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/6171743629064295307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/6171743629064295307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/nasa-experiment.html' title='NASA Experiment - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-1619860600065578030</id><published>2009-03-01T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:57:15.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Alligator Shoes - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A young blonde was on vacation in the depths of Louisiana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She wanted a pair of genuine alligator shoes in the worst way, but was very reluctant to pay the high prices the local vendors were asking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After becoming very frustrated with the "no haggle" attitude of one of the shopkeepers, the blonde shouted, "Maybe I'll just go out and catch my own alligator so I can get a pair of shoes at a reasonable price!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The shopkeeper said, "By all means, be my guest. Maybe you'll luck out and catch yourself a big one!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Determined, the blonde turned and headed for the swamps, set on catching herself an alligator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Later in the day, the shopkeeper was driving home, when he spotted the young woman standing waist deep in the water, shotgun in hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just then, he saw a huge 9-foot alligator swimming quickly toward her. She took aim, killed the creature, and with a great deal of effort hauled it on to the swamp bank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lying nearby were several more of the dead creatures. The shopkeeper watched in amazement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just then the blonde flipped the alligator on its back. Frustrated, she shouts out, "Damn it, this one isn't wearing any shoes either!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-1619860600065578030?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1619860600065578030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/alligator-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1619860600065578030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1619860600065578030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/alligator-shoes.html' title='Alligator Shoes - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-1008902974329439827</id><published>2009-03-01T21:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:57:12.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde going to Electronic Store - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A blonde walks into a electronic store and asks the manager, "Can I buy that TV"&lt;br /&gt;"No"&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because your a blonde."&lt;br /&gt;So the blonde goes out and dyes her hair red. She returned to the electronic store and said, "Can I buy that TV?"&lt;br /&gt;"No"&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;"Your a blonde."&lt;br /&gt;So the blonde goes and shaves her hair off and returns to the electronic store and says, "Can I buy that TV?"&lt;br /&gt;"No"&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;"You're a blonde"&lt;br /&gt;"How can you tell I'm a blonde, I dyed my hair red, then shaved it off!"&lt;br /&gt;"Because that's not a TV, that's a microwave!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-1008902974329439827?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1008902974329439827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-going-to-electronic-store.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1008902974329439827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1008902974329439827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-going-to-electronic-store.html' title='Blonde going to Electronic Store - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-3892356554200760713</id><published>2009-03-01T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:57:09.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde Praying for Help from God - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was a blonde woman named, Cindy, that was in deep financial problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So she got on her knees and prayed "Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God, please let me win the lottery. I really need your help or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll loose my car, the house, and everything else." She doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;win. The next day she prays to God "God! I really really need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;your help! I'll loose my car, the house, and everything else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once again, she doesn't win. The next day she says the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;prayer; then God speaks to her " Cindy! work with me here, BUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A TICKET!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-3892356554200760713?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3892356554200760713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-praying-for-help-from-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/3892356554200760713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/3892356554200760713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-praying-for-help-from-god.html' title='Blonde Praying for Help from God - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-6107899109674202013</id><published>2009-03-01T21:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:57:06.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde Found a Dead Rabbit - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This blonde was driving home one day on the highway when suddenly she saw a dead rabbit. She put on her brakes and screeched to a stop. Behind her were tons of other cars. She got out of her car and began asking all the people behind her if they had a can of hairspray. One person asked her why she had stopped and why she needed hairspray. The blonde told him to come to the front of her car. So he went to the front and saw a dead rabbit laying there. The person gave her a can of hairspray. The blonde replied, "Thank you." And the guy said, "Why do you need the hairspray?" The blonde sprayed it all over the rabbit and said, "The bottle says it revives dead hairs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-6107899109674202013?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6107899109674202013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-found-dead-rabbit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/6107899109674202013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/6107899109674202013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-found-dead-rabbit.html' title='Blonde Found a Dead Rabbit - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-567179881152761329</id><published>2009-03-01T21:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:57.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde Riding a Horse - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day this blonde is riding a horse. As they are trotting along the blond decides she wants to go faster and do some tricks so she starts turning the horse around in a circle. All of a sudden she starts to slip so she grabs the horses mane. But even though she has hold of the mane she was still slipping. so she decided the best thing to do was to not fall off by putting her foot in the saddle. So she's riding along hanging from her foot, with her head banging on the ground, almost near death when the K Mart guy comes over and turns of the horse.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-567179881152761329?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/567179881152761329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-riding-horse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/567179881152761329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/567179881152761329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-riding-horse.html' title='Blonde Riding a Horse - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-7700496850043675375</id><published>2009-03-01T21:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:54.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Three Doors - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;An airline captain was breaking in a new blonde stewardess. The route they were flying had a layover in another city. Upon their arrival, the captain showed the stewardess the best place for airline personnel to eat, shop and stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, as the pilot was preparing the crew for the day's route, he noticed the new stewardess was missing. He knew which room she was in at the hotel and called her up wondering what happened. She answered the phone, crying, and said she couldn't get out of her room. "You can't get out of your room?" the captain asked, "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stewardess replied: "There are only three doors in here," she sobbed, "one is the bathroom, one is the closet, and one has a sign on it that says 'Do Not Disturb'!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-7700496850043675375?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7700496850043675375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/three-doors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/7700496850043675375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/7700496850043675375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/three-doors.html' title='Three Doors - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-3911140652452356982</id><published>2009-03-01T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:52.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde Asking the Time - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BLONDE: "Excuse me, what time is it right now?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WOMAN: "It's 11:25PM." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BLONDE: (confused look on face) "You know, it's the weirdest thing, I've asked that question thirty times today, and every time someone gives me a different answer.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-3911140652452356982?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3911140652452356982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-asking-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/3911140652452356982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/3911140652452356982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-asking-time.html' title='Blonde Asking the Time - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-8026992179817874076</id><published>2009-03-01T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:49.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Hello UFO - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A flying saucer landed at a gas station on a lonely country&lt;br /&gt;road. The two space aliens inside seemed completely unconcerned&lt;br /&gt;about detection; in fact, the letters "UFO" were emblazoned in&lt;br /&gt;big, bold letters on one side of their shiny craft.&lt;br /&gt;As the station owner stood and gawked in silence, paralyzed with&lt;br /&gt;shock, his young, blonde attendant nonchalantly filled up the&lt;br /&gt;tank and then waved to the two aliens as they took off.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you realize what just happened?" the station owner finally&lt;br /&gt;uttered.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," said the blonde attendant. "So?"&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't you see the space aliens in that vehicle?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," repeated the blonde. "So?"&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't you see the letters 'UFO' on the side of that vehicle?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," repeated the blonde attendant. "So?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you know what 'UFO' means?!"&lt;br /&gt;The blonde attendant rolled her eyes. "Good grief, boss! I've&lt;br /&gt;been working here for five years. Of course I know what 'UFO'&lt;br /&gt;means - it means 'Unleaded Fuel Only'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-8026992179817874076?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8026992179817874076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-ufo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/8026992179817874076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/8026992179817874076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-ufo.html' title='Hello UFO - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-6810417099873936014</id><published>2009-03-01T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:46.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Taming the Lion - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A circus owner runs an ad for a lion tamer and two young people show up. One is a good looking guy in his mid- twenties and the other is a gorgeous blonde about the same age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The circus owner tells them, "I'm not going to sugar coat it. This is one ferocious lion. He ate my last tamer so you both better be good or you're history. Here's your equipment - a chair, a whip, and a gun. Who wants to try out first?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The girl says, "I'll go first." She walks past the chair, the whip and the gun and steps right into the lion's cage. The lion starts to snarl and pant and begins to charge her, so she throws open her coat revealing her beautiful naked body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The lion stops dead in his tracks, sheepishly crawls up to her and starts licking her ankles. He continues to lick her calves, kisses them, and then rests his head at her feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The circus owner's mouth is on the floor. He remarks, "I've never seen a display like that in my life." He then turns to the young man and asks, "Can you top that?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"No problem," replies the young man, "just get that lion out of the way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-6810417099873936014?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6810417099873936014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/taming-lion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/6810417099873936014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/6810417099873936014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/taming-lion.html' title='Taming the Lion - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-84788312312583712</id><published>2009-03-01T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:43.043-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Horrific Accident - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A blonde had just totaled her car in a horrific accident. Miraculously, she managed to pry herself from the wreckage without a scratch and was applying fresh lipstick when the state trooper arrived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"My God!" the trooper gasped. "Your car looks like an accordion that was stomped on by an elephant. Are you OK ma'am?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Yes, officer, I'm just fine" the blonde chirped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Well, how in the world did this happen?" the officer asked as he surveyed the wrecked car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Officer, it was the strangest thing!" the blonde began. I was driving along this road when from out of nowhere this TREE pops up in front of me. So I swerved to the right, and there was another tree! I swerved to the left and there was ANOTHER tree! I served to the right and there was another tree! I swerved to the left and there was ...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Uh, ma'am", the officer said, cutting her off, "There isn't a tree on this road for 30 miles. That was your air freshener swinging back and forth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-84788312312583712?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/84788312312583712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/horrific-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/84788312312583712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/84788312312583712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/horrific-accident.html' title='Horrific Accident - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-5908404533643589842</id><published>2009-03-01T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:40.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Catching the Blonde - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This fat guy sees an ad for a new gym guaranteeing to reduce anyone's weight by 5, 10 or 20 kilograms on the first day. So he goes and tells them he wants to lose 5 kg. They strip him and lead him into a huge gym with all kinds of ropes and parallel bars and ladders and tell him to wait a minute. He's standing there when on the far side of the gym a door opens and out steps a gorgeous blonde, stark naked, with a sign saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"If you catch me, I'm yours." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He starts running, and just as he gets close, she starts picking up speed. Before he knows it, he's running all over the gym, up the ladders, down the ladders, across the parallel bars, here and there. And just as he's about to catch the blonde, pop, she disappears through a door. In comes the management who lead him to the showers, and then weigh him. Sure enough, he lost exactly 5 kg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's back on the street and starts to think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Jesus, I was so close to catching her. If I had a little more time..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So he races back to the gym and says, "I want to lose 20 more kg." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"No problem," says the manager. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Again he strips, and is led to the large gym. This time he's standing by the door when it opens. Out comes a gorilla with a sign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"If I catch you, you're mine." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-5908404533643589842?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5908404533643589842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/catching-blonde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/5908404533643589842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/5908404533643589842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/catching-blonde.html' title='Catching the Blonde - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-2287758184203865369</id><published>2009-03-01T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:37.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Circle - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A blonde has just gotten a new sports car. She cuts out in front of a semi, and almost causes it to drive over a cliff. The driver furiously motions for her to pull over, and she does. The driver gets out and draws a circle and tells her to stand in it. Then he gets out his knife and cuts up her leather seats. He turns around and sees she's smiling. So he goes to his truck, takes out a baseball bat, and starts busting her windows and beating her car. He looks back to see that she's laughing. He's really mad now, so he takes his knife and slices her tires. He turns around and she's laughing so hard, she's about to fall down. He demands, "What's so funny?" She says, "Every time you weren't looking, I stepped out of the circle!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-2287758184203865369?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2287758184203865369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/circle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/2287758184203865369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/2287758184203865369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/circle.html' title='The Circle - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-4791919349115211179</id><published>2009-03-01T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:34.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Breaking Out Of Jail - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A brunette, a red-head and a blonde were in jail when they decided to break out. The girls broke out and the brunette said,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Let's hide in that barn, they'll never find us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So they climed up the ladder and then the blonde threw it down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next morning, the cops said, "Come out with your hands in the air!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The red-head said, "Hide in those baskets, they'll never find us!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the Brunette got in the first one, the red-head got in the second one and the blonde got in the third one. Meanwhile, the cops were getting a ladder set up and trying to get up there. Once they got up, the seargent ordered them to kick the baskets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the cop kicked the first one: "RUFF." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"It's just a damn dog!" yelled the cop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The cop kicked the next one: "MEOW." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"It's just a damn cat," yelled the cop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The cop kicked the next basket and the blonde yelled, "POTATOES!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-4791919349115211179?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4791919349115211179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/breaking-out-of-jail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/4791919349115211179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/4791919349115211179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/breaking-out-of-jail.html' title='Breaking Out Of Jail - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-4230153861065248802</id><published>2009-03-01T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:17.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Suicide - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A blonde hurried into the hospital emergency room late one night with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tip of her index finger shot off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"How did this happen?," the emergency room doctor asked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Well, I was trying to commit suicide," the blonde replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"What?" sputtered the doctor? "You tried to commit suicide by shooting off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the tip of your finger?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"No, silly!" the blonde said. "First, I put the gun to my chest, and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thought, 'I just paid $6,000 for these; I'm not shooting myself in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;chest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"So then?" asked the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Then I put the gun in my mouth, and I thought, 'I just paid $3,000 to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my teeth straightened; I'm not shooting myself in the mouth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"So, then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Then I put the gun to my ear, and I thought 'This is going to make a loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;noise, so I put my finger in the other ear before I pulled the trigger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-4230153861065248802?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4230153861065248802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/suicide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/4230153861065248802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/4230153861065248802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/suicide.html' title='Suicide - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-1858571403034685676</id><published>2009-03-01T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:08.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde Logic - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;January - Took new scarf back to store because it was too tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - Fired from pharmacy job for failing to print labels....."duh".....bottles won't fit in typewriter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - Got excited.....finished jigsaw puzzle in 6 months.....box said "2-4 years!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - Trapped on escalator for hours.....power went out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - Tried to make Kool-Aid.....8 cups of water won't fit into those little packets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - Tried to go water skiing.....couldn't find a lake with a slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - Lost breast stroke swimming competition.....learned later, other swimmers cheated, they used their arms!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - Got locked out of car in rain storm.....car swamped, because top was down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - The capital of California is "C".....isn't it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October - Hate M &amp;amp; M's.....they are so hard to peel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November - Baked turkey for 4 1/2 days.....instructions said 1 hour per pound and I weigh 108!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December - Couldn't call 911....."duh".....there's no "eleven" button on the phone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a year!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-1858571403034685676?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1858571403034685676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-logic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1858571403034685676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1858571403034685676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-logic.html' title='Blonde Logic - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-3851445846465103244</id><published>2009-03-01T21:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:05.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Ventriloquist - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A young ventriloquist is touring the clubs and one night he's doing a show in a small town in Arkansas. With his dummy on his knee, he starts going through his usual dumb blonde jokes when a blonde in the 4th row stands on her chair and starts shouting: "I've heard enough of your stupid blonde jokes. What makes you think you can stereotype women that way? What does the color of a person's hair have to do with her worth as a human being? It's guys like you who keep women like me from being respected at work and in the community and from reaching our full potential as a person. Because you and your kind continue to perpetuate discrimination against not only blondes, but women in general, and all in the name of humor!" The embarrassed ventriloquist begins to apologize, and the blonde yells, "You stay out of this, mister! I'm talking to that little shit on your knee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-3851445846465103244?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3851445846465103244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/ventriloquist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/3851445846465103244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/3851445846465103244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/ventriloquist.html' title='Ventriloquist - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-581228616249570304</id><published>2009-03-01T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:02.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Ice Fishing - Joke</title><content type='html'>A blonde decided she needed something new and different for a winter hobby. She went to the bookstore and bought every book she could find on ice fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For weeks she read and studied, hoping to become an expert in the field. Finally she decided she knew enough and out she went for her first ice fishing trip. She carefully gathered up and packed all the tools and equipment needed for the excursion. Each piece of equipment had its own special place in her kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got to the ice, she found a quiet little area, placed her padded stool and carefully laid out her tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she was about to make her first cut into the ice, a booming voice from the sky bellowed, "There are no fish under the ice!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, the blonde grabbed up all her belongings, moved further along the ice, poured some hot chocolate from her thermos, and started to cut a new hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the voice from above bellowed, "There are no fish under the ice!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed, the blonde was not quite sure what to do as this certainly was not covered in any of her books. She packed up her gear and moved to the far side of the ice. Once there, she stopped for a few moments to regain her calm. Then she was extremely careful to set everything up perfectly--tools in the right place, chair positioned just so. Just as she was about to cut this new hole, the voice came again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are no fish under the ice!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrified, the blonde looked skyward and asked, "Is that You, Lord?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice boomed back, "NO THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE SKATING RINK!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-581228616249570304?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/581228616249570304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/ice-fishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/581228616249570304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/581228616249570304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/ice-fishing.html' title='Ice Fishing - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-529773575425807509</id><published>2009-03-01T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:00.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>3 People in a Airplane - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once there were 3 people in an airplane, one took a bite out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;an apple. She thought it was too sweet so she threw it out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the plane. The second person took a bite out of a lemon and she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thought it was too sour so, she threw it out of the plane. Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the last person took a bite out of a grenade and he thought it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was too crunchy so, he threw it out of the plane. Then they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;landed and decided to go for a walk. They first passed a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;girl who was crying and they asked, "little girl, little girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why are you crying?" and the little girl said, "an apple came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;down and killed my new kitty". Next they passed a little boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was also crying. And they again asked, "little boy, little boy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why are you crying?" and the little boy said, "a lemon came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and killed my new puppy." Then they passed a blonde sitting on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the side walk laughing her butt off. They asked, "why are you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;laughing so hard?" and the blonde said, "I farted and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;building behind me blew up!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-529773575425807509?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/529773575425807509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-people-in-airplane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/529773575425807509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/529773575425807509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-people-in-airplane.html' title='3 People in a Airplane - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-720678164160213792</id><published>2009-03-01T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:55:57.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>One Blonde To Another - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A blonde woman was having financial troubles so she decided to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kidnap a child and demand a ransom. She went to a local park, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;grabbed a little boy, took him behind a tree and wrote this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;note. "I have kidnapped your child. I am sorry to do this but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;need the money. Leave $10,000 in a plain brown bag behind the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;big oak tree in the park at 7 AM." Signed, "The Blonde". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; She pinned the note inside the little boy's jacket and told him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to go straight home. The next morning, she returned to the park &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to find the $10,000 in a brown bag behind the big oak tree, just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as she had instructed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Inside the bag was the following note. "Here is your money. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cannot believe that one blonde would do this to another."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-720678164160213792?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/720678164160213792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-blonde-to-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/720678164160213792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/720678164160213792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-blonde-to-another.html' title='One Blonde To Another - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-1510393119267226617</id><published>2009-03-01T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:55:53.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde Painting the House - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This blonde decides one day that she is sick and tired of all&lt;br /&gt;these blonde jokes and how all blondes are perceived as stupid,&lt;br /&gt;so she decides to show her husband that blondes really are&lt;br /&gt;smart. While her husband is off at work, she decides that she is&lt;br /&gt;going to paint a couple of rooms in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, right after her husband leaves for work, she gets&lt;br /&gt;down to the task at hand. Her husband arrives home at 5:30 and&lt;br /&gt;smells the distinctive smell of paint. He walks into the living&lt;br /&gt;room and finds his wife lying on the floor in a pool of sweat.&lt;br /&gt;He notices that she is wearing a ski jacket and a fur coat at&lt;br /&gt;the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes over and asks her if she is OK. She replies yes. He asks&lt;br /&gt;what she is doing. She replies that she wanted to prove to him&lt;br /&gt;that not all blonde women are dumb and she wanted to do it by&lt;br /&gt;painting the house. He then asks her why she has a ski jacket&lt;br /&gt;over her fur coat. She replies that she was reading the&lt;br /&gt;directions on the paint can and they said....&lt;br /&gt;FOR BEST RESULTS, PUT ON TWO COATS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-1510393119267226617?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1510393119267226617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-painting-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1510393119267226617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1510393119267226617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-painting-house.html' title='Blonde Painting the House - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-4806315153032546774</id><published>2009-03-01T20:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:55:47.357-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Pull over - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A highway patrolman pulled up alongside a             speeding car on the freeway. As the officer peered through the             driver's window, he was astounded to find that the blonde behind the             wheel was knitting. The trooper cranked down his window and yelled             to the driver, "Pull over!" at the top of his lungs.             "No!" the blonde yelled back, "Scarf!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-4806315153032546774?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4806315153032546774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/pull-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/4806315153032546774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/4806315153032546774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/pull-over.html' title='Pull over - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-5989295566242122735</id><published>2009-03-01T20:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:55:38.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde Guy - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A blonde guy gets home early from work and hears strange noises coming from the bedroom. He rushes upstairs to find his wife naked on the bed,sweating and panting. "What's up?" he says. "I'm having a heart attack," cries the woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He rushes downstairs to grab the phone, but just as he's dialing, his 4-year-old son comes up and says,"Daddy! Daddy! Uncle Ted's hiding in your closet and he's got no clothes on!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The guy slams the phone down and storms upstairs into the bedroom, past his screaming wife, and rips open the wardrobe door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sure enough, there is his brother, totally naked, cowering on the closetfloor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You rotten bastard, "says the husband,"my wife's having a heart attack and you're running around naked scaring the kids!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-5989295566242122735?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5989295566242122735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/5989295566242122735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/5989295566242122735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blonde-guy.html' title='Blonde Guy - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-1569691136228304691</id><published>2009-02-08T06:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:51:29.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Light bulb - Blonde JOkes</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="format"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: How many blondes does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A1: "What's a light bulb?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A2: One. She holds the bulb and the world revolves around her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A3: Two. One to hold the Diet Pepsi, and one to call, "Daddy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-1569691136228304691?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1569691136228304691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/light-bulb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1569691136228304691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1569691136228304691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/light-bulb.html' title='Light bulb - Blonde JOkes'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-860789411421423166</id><published>2009-02-08T06:49:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:52:21.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>How can you tell which blonde is the waitress? - Blonde JOkes</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="format"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: How can you tell which blonde is the waitress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A: She is the one with the tampon behind her ear, wondering what she did with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;her pencil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-860789411421423166?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/860789411421423166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-can-you-tell-which-blonde-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/860789411421423166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/860789411421423166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-can-you-tell-which-blonde-is.html' title='How can you tell which blonde is the waitress? - Blonde JOkes'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-5575043409101983011</id><published>2009-02-08T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:52:21.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>It’s a microwave - Blonde JOkes</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="format"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A blonde went to electronic store and she asked, "How much is is this TV?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The salesman said, "Sorry, we don’t sell to blondes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next day she came back as a brunette. She asked the salesman how much the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TV was. He said, "Sorry, we don’t sell to blondes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next day she came back as a red head and asked the salesman how much the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TV was. He said, "Sorry we don’t sell to blondes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She replied, “I came in here as a brunette and a red head. How do you know I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;am a blonde?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Because that is not a TV, it’s a microwave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-5575043409101983011?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5575043409101983011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-microwave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/5575043409101983011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/5575043409101983011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-microwave.html' title='It’s a microwave - Blonde JOkes'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-1277847474566803736</id><published>2009-02-08T06:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:52:53.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Blonde with Earrings - Blonde JOkes</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="format"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why do blondes wear big hoop earrings when they go on a date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So they have some place to put their feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-1277847474566803736?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1277847474566803736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blonde-with-earrings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1277847474566803736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1277847474566803736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blonde-with-earrings.html' title='A Blonde with Earrings - Blonde JOkes'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-998233579088549311</id><published>2009-02-08T06:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:52:21.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Blonde's Brain At Work - Blonde JOkes</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="format"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead all work at the same office for a female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;boss who always goes home early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Hey, girls," says the brunette, "let's go home early tomorrow. She'll never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the next day, they all leave right after the boss does. The brunette gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;some extra gardening done, the redhead goes to a bar, and the blonde goes home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to find her husband having sex with the female boss! She quietly sneaks out of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the house and returns at her normal time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"That was fun," says the brunette. "We should do it again sometime."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"No way," says the blonde. "I almost got caught."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-998233579088549311?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/998233579088549311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blondes-brain-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/998233579088549311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/998233579088549311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blondes-brain-at-work.html' title='A Blonde&apos;s Brain At Work - Blonde JOkes'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-7145536431766678463</id><published>2009-02-08T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:52:21.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde, the Beach, and...Beer - Blonde JOkes</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="format"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why doesn't the blonde want to drink beer on the beach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because she doesn't want to get sand in her Busch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-7145536431766678463?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7145536431766678463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blonde-beach-andbeer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/7145536431766678463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/7145536431766678463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blonde-beach-andbeer.html' title='Blonde, the Beach, and...Beer - Blonde JOkes'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-657976375238771716</id><published>2009-02-08T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:52:21.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>First experience horse riding - Blonde JOkes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A blonde decides to learn and try horse back riding unassisted without prior experience or lessons. She mounts the horse with great effort, and the tall, shiny horse springs into motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gallops along at a steady and rhythmic pace, but the blonde begins to slip from the saddle. Out of shear 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 she slides down the side of the horse anyway. The horse gallops along, seemingly oblivious to its slipping rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, giving up her frail grip, she leaps away from the horse to try and throw herself to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 again and again. As her head is battered against the ground, she is mere moments away from unconsciousness or even death when Frank, the Wal-Mart manager runs out to shut the horse off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-657976375238771716?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/657976375238771716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blonde-decides-to-learn-and-try-horse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/657976375238771716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/657976375238771716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blonde-decides-to-learn-and-try-horse.html' title='First experience horse riding - Blonde JOkes'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-3567297462335809124</id><published>2009-02-08T06:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:55:09.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>The top is down - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Two blondes were recently observed in a parking lot trying to unlock the door of their Mercedes with a coat hanger. Here is their dialogue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde One: I can't seem to get this door unlocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde Two: Well, you'd better hurry up and try harder! it's starting to rain, and the top is down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-3567297462335809124?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3567297462335809124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-is-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/3567297462335809124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/3567297462335809124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-is-down.html' title='The top is down - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-913184112846798947</id><published>2009-02-08T06:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:54:54.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>What's a 15? - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A blonde, a brunette and a redhead went into a bar and ordered their drinks from the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunette: "I'll have a B and C."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartender:"What is a B and C?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunette: "Bourbon and Coke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redhead: "And, I'll have a G and T."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartender: "What's a G and T?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redhead: "Gin and tonic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde: "I'll have a 15."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartender: "What's a 15?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde: "7 and 7"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-913184112846798947?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/913184112846798947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/913184112846798947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/913184112846798947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-15.html' title='What&apos;s a 15? - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-1569521338525123275</id><published>2009-02-08T06:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:54:41.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Look at the dead bird - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A brunette and a blonde are walking along in a park one morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the brunette notices a dead bird. "Awww, look at the dead birdie," she says sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde stops, looks up into the sky, and says, "Where? Where?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-1569521338525123275?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1569521338525123275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-at-dead-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1569521338525123275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1569521338525123275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-at-dead-bird.html' title='Look at the dead bird - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-2924488235699463174</id><published>2009-02-08T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:54:33.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Slot machine winner - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A dumb blonde was standing in front of a soda machine outside of a local store. After putting in sixty cents, a root beer pops out of the machine. She set it on the ground, puts sixty more cents into the machine, and pushes another button; suddenly, a coke comes out the machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued to do this until a man waiting to use the machine became impatient. "Excuse me, can I get my soda and then you can go back to whatever stupid thing you are doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde turns around and says, "Yeah right! I'm not giving up this machine while I'm still winning!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-2924488235699463174?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2924488235699463174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/slot-machine-winner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/2924488235699463174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/2924488235699463174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/slot-machine-winner.html' title='Slot machine winner - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-8451329761975588520</id><published>2009-02-08T06:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:54:21.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>New prefix - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Comic Sans MS,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If blondes and bimbos were the same thing, the prefix 'bim' could be used to create new words that describe them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbabble - noises coming from a group of blondes&lt;br /&gt;Bimbaffled - constant mental state of blondes&lt;br /&gt;Bimbait - short skirts, sheer blouses, string bikinis or other clothing worn by blondes in an attempt to attract the attention of males&lt;br /&gt;Bimbar - a bar where blondes hang out wearing bimbait&lt;br /&gt;Bimbag - a blonde's purse&lt;br /&gt;Bimbrushes - essential equipment in a bimbag&lt;br /&gt;Bimbastic surgeon - specialist in breast enhancements for blondes&lt;br /&gt;Bimbeeper - special instrument used as a homing device for lost blondes&lt;br /&gt;Bimbellow - sound emanating from a blonde after she finally got the most recent blonde joke she heard&lt;br /&gt;Bimbillion? - a blonde giving an estimate of anything&lt;br /&gt;Bimblaze - the result of a blonde trying to cook&lt;br /&gt;Bimblues - a blonde's state of mind after her latest boyfriend ditched her&lt;br /&gt;Bimboette - a young blonde&lt;br /&gt;Bimbonese - language spoken by blondes, largely unintelligible to anyone else&lt;br /&gt;Bimbonique behavior - airhead behavior, unique to blondes&lt;br /&gt;Bimboozle - to fool a blonde&lt;br /&gt;Bimbore - a blonde who uses "like" more than 10 times in a sentence&lt;br /&gt;Bimbozo - another name for a blonde&lt;br /&gt;Bimboron - a blonde even less intelligent than most other blondes&lt;br /&gt;Bimbrownie - a well-tanned blonde&lt;br /&gt;Bimbrunette - a blonde who dyes her hair brunette, usually to appear smarter than she actually is&lt;br /&gt;Bimburden - blonde carrying too many bags at the mall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-8451329761975588520?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8451329761975588520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-prefix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/8451329761975588520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/8451329761975588520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-prefix.html' title='New prefix - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-9171741009722848311</id><published>2009-02-08T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:54:12.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Flaky Blonde - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="format"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;One day, a blonde named Sally was putting together a puzzle. She was really&lt;br /&gt;stumped and very frustrated, so she decided to ask her husband for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''It's supposed to be a tiger!'' Sally cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Honey," said Dan, "Put the Frosted Flakes back in the box!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-9171741009722848311?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9171741009722848311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/flaky-blonde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/9171741009722848311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/9171741009722848311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/flaky-blonde.html' title='A Flaky Blonde - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-1167263393346485077</id><published>2009-02-08T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:54:01.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blond and the patrolman - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A highway patrolman pulled up alongside a speeding car on the freeway. As the officer peered through the driver's window, he was astounded to find that the blonde behind the wheel was knitting. The trooper cranked down his window and yelled to the driver, "Pull over!" at the top of his lungs. "No!" the blonde yelled back, "Scarf!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-1167263393346485077?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1167263393346485077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blond-and-patrolman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1167263393346485077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1167263393346485077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blond-and-patrolman.html' title='Blond and the patrolman - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-946863692026685394</id><published>2009-02-08T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:53:57.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Fallen bridge - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A blond and her blond boyfriend went for a walk along the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blond walked across alone on a wooden bridge. After crossing the river, the bridge fell down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called across to her blond boyfriend telling him that she couldn't get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He yelled in response, "Wait until dark, and I will shine my flash light across the river. Get on the light beam and walk back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "No, I'll get half way across the river, and you will turn the light off on me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-946863692026685394?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/946863692026685394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/fallen-bridge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/946863692026685394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/946863692026685394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/fallen-bridge.html' title='Fallen bridge - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-2457865600142679044</id><published>2009-02-08T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:53:53.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>trying to win a Nobel Peace prize - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A blonde lived on a farm. He didn't get many visitors, so I went to see him...when I got there, he was standing stiff as a board, out in the middle of the cow paddock. I yelled out to him, and asked what he was doing standing out there all still and straight. He replied that he was trying to win a Nobel Peace prize.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Well, that's great, but what are you doing in the paddock?"&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "I was reading the newspaper, and it said all you had to do to win the Nobel Peace prize was to be outstanding in your field." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-2457865600142679044?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2457865600142679044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blonde-lived-on-farm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/2457865600142679044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/2457865600142679044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blonde-lived-on-farm.html' title='trying to win a Nobel Peace prize - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-2396940982623657952</id><published>2009-02-08T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:53:49.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumb Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Want me to paint for you? - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A blonde was recently fired from an M&amp;amp;M factory for throwing away Ws and peeling the shells on the candies. Therefore, she needed a new job to support herself. After going around town asking if anyone needed work done, she found a man who needed a painter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here for the paint job," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright," said the man. "Here is the paint and your brush. I want you to paint my porch behind the house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde immediately went to work painting. Within an hour, she was done and decided to put on a second coating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she finished, she returned to the man for her pay. She said with satisfaction, "I not only completed the job, but I even put on two coats of paint! By the way, that isn't a porsche out back. It's a new BMW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-2396940982623657952?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2396940982623657952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/want-me-to-paint-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/2396940982623657952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/2396940982623657952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/want-me-to-paint-for-you.html' title='Want me to paint for you? - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-1469618599174133888</id><published>2009-02-08T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:53:45.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumb Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blondes Roofing a House - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Two blondes were roofing a house. One would pull out a nail and then hammer it into the roof. Then he would pull out another nail, look at it, then throw it over his shoulder. Blonde two eventually saw what blonde one was doing, watched him a while and then said, "Why do you keep throwing out every other nail?".&lt;br /&gt;The first blonde replied, "Because their point is on the wrong end."&lt;br /&gt;The second blonde then said, "You airhead, those nails are for the other side of the roof!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-1469618599174133888?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1469618599174133888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blondes-roofing-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1469618599174133888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/1469618599174133888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blondes-roofing-house.html' title='Blondes Roofing a House - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-4298696511292248127</id><published>2009-02-08T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:53:09.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumb Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>I have a crew of blondes laying sod across the street - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A painting contractor was speaking with a woman about her job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first room, she said she would like a pale blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contractor wrote this down and went to the window, opened it, and yelled out "green side up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second room, she told the painter she would like it painted in a soft yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote this on his pad, walked to the window, opened it, and yelled "green side up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady was somewhat curious, but she said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the third room, she said she would like it painted a warm rose color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painter wrote this down, walked to the window, opened it and yelled "green side up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady then asked him, "Why do you keep yelling 'green side up'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry," came the reply.  "But I have a crew of blondes laying sod across the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-4298696511292248127?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4298696511292248127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-crew-of-blondes-laying-sod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/4298696511292248127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/4298696511292248127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-crew-of-blondes-laying-sod.html' title='I have a crew of blondes laying sod across the street - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-2471232086157163975</id><published>2009-02-08T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:53:16.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumb Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>breath in, breath out - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A blond was rollerblading with her headphones on. she stopped in the hair salon and asked for a hair cut. she instructed that the hair stylist could not take off the headphones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the stylist replied "no" so the blond left. she went to a different hair salon and said the same thing. the stylist replied "ok".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after a while, the blond fell asleep in the chair. the stylist took off the headphones and the blonde died on the spot. confused at what happened, the stylist put on the headphones. they were saying, "breath in, breath out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-2471232086157163975?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2471232086157163975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/breath-in-breath-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/2471232086157163975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/2471232086157163975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/breath-in-breath-out.html' title='breath in, breath out - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-9083351736104788506</id><published>2009-02-08T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:53:25.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumb Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>it must be bad because all the cars were leaving - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A policeman pulled a blonde over after he/she'd been driving the wrong way on a one-way street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop: Do you know where you were going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde: No, but wherever it is, it must be bad because all the cars were leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-9083351736104788506?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9083351736104788506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-must-be-bad-because-all-cars-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/9083351736104788506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/9083351736104788506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-must-be-bad-because-all-cars-were.html' title='it must be bad because all the cars were leaving - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-8390007995774157035</id><published>2009-02-08T06:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:53:29.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumb Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>CLEAN RESTROOMS 8 MILES - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On her way home from a long trip, a blonde drove past a sign that said "CLEAN RESTROOMS 8 MILES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time she drove eight miles, she had cleaned 43 restrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-8390007995774157035?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8390007995774157035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/clean-restrooms-8-miles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/8390007995774157035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/8390007995774157035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/clean-restrooms-8-miles.html' title='CLEAN RESTROOMS 8 MILES - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-5700098366040851552</id><published>2009-02-08T06:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:53:33.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumb Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>911 - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="format"&gt;Why can't a blonde dial 911?&lt;br /&gt;She can't find the eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-5700098366040851552?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5700098366040851552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/911.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/5700098366040851552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/5700098366040851552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/911.html' title='911 - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007718588779601990.post-2130852393565803176</id><published>2009-02-08T06:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:53:42.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumb Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>A redhead, a brunette, and a blonde robbed a supermarket - Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A redhead, a brunette, and a blonde robbed a supermarket. As they were stealing, a police officer walked in the store and saw what was happening. He dashed toward them, but they were able to get away into the back of the store. There they found three sacks to hide in. When the police officer checked there, he examined each sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kicks the first bag, and the redhead says "meow" in a high voice. The cop determines that it must only be a cat in that bag, and he moves on to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he kicks the second bag, the brunette says "woof" in a low voice. The officer determines that it must only be a dog in that bag, so he moves on to the last bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kicks the third bag, and the blonde shouts "potato" to the officer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007718588779601990-2130852393565803176?l=theblondejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2130852393565803176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/redhead-brunette-and-blonde-robbed_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/2130852393565803176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007718588779601990/posts/default/2130852393565803176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondejokes.blogspot.com/2009/02/redhead-brunette-and-blonde-robbed_08.html' title='A redhead, a brunette, and a blonde robbed a supermarket - Joke'/><author><name>muzammil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15758017766224888044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
