There are two blondes playing golf. One tees off and hits a man as he’s walking to the next hole. He immediately clasps his hands over his crotch and falls to his knees in pain.
The two blondes run over and ask him if he is all right. He says that he is fine, but the blondes insist on helping him. They unzip his pants and begin to massage his crotch.
After a while one blonde asks if it feels better, and he says, “That felt good, but my hand still hurts like crazy!”
Wanted: Dead Or Alive
An office exec was interviewing a blonde for an assistant position, and wanted to find out a little about her personality.
“If you could have a conversation with anyone, alive or dead, who would it be?”
“I’d have to say the living one.”
Why are blondes like cornflakes
Q: Why are blondes like cornflakes?
A: Because they’re simple, easy and they taste good.
The silver haired lady confronted her doctor with a complaint of pains all over her body.
“Be more precise,” he said. “So I can help you, try pointing to some of the places that hurt.
The silver-haired doll put her finger on her arm and said, “Ouch!” then her finger to her hip and said, “Ouch!” and then to her rib cage and said, “Ouch!” again.
The doctor stopped her and asked, “Were you a blonde before your hair grayed”?
“Why yes!” she said excitedly, “But how did you know?”
The Doc answered, “Your finger’s broken.”
The Wet and the Blonde
Why did the Blonde pee in the Grocery Store?
The sign said ”Wet Floor.”