A blonde went to the doctor with a complaint that she hurt all over. “It hurts when I touch my breast, my elbow, my stomach, my thigh… I just hurt everywhere,” she whined.
“It’s no wonder,” said the doctor. “You have a broken finger.”
The blonde wanted to show her husband that she wasn’t a complete ditz. While her husband was off at work, she decided that she would paint a couple of rooms in the house.
When her husband came home he walked into the living room and finds his wife lying on the floor in a pool of sweat. He noticed that she was wearing both a parka and a fur.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
She said, “Of course”.
Then he asked her what she was doing.
She replied, “I wanted to prove to you that not all blonde women are incompetent imbeciles by showing you how well I painted a couple of rooms in our house.”
He then asked her about the fur coat over a parka.
She said matter of factly, “I was reading the directions on the paint can and they clearly said…
“FOR BEST RESULTS, PUT ON TWO COATS.”
A Blonde hurries into the hospital emergency room late one night with the tip of her index finger shot off.
“How did this happen?” the emergency room doctor asked her.
“Well, I was trying to commit suicide,” the Blonde replied.
“What?” sputtered the doctor. “You tried to commit suicide by shooting off the tip of your finger?”
“No, silly!” the Blonde said. “First I put the gun to my chest, and I thought I just paid $6000 for these breast implants, I’m not shooting myself in the chest.”
“So, then?” asked the doctor.
“Then I put the gun in my mouth, and I thought, I just paid $3000 to get my teeth straightened, I’m not shooting myself in the mouth.”
“Then I put the gun to my ear, and I thought, This is going to make a loud noise, so I put my finger in the other ear before I pulled the trigger.”
A dumb blonde walks into an appliance store looking for a new television. As she’s browsing down an aisle, the manager walks up and says, “May I help you?”
“Yes,” she says, “I need a new television. How much for that TV?”
The manager’s friendly tone suddenly dissolved with a heavy exhale. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but we don’t sell our merchandise to dumb blondes,” and he gestured towards the door.
Insulted the blonde walked out in a bit of a huff, but she had an idea. She went home and dyed her hair red. “That’ll show’em,” she thought.
The next day she went back to the appliance store and asked the manager again, ‘How much for that TV?”
The manager rolled his eyes, and said, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but we don’t sell our merchandise to dumb blondes,” and he just walked off.
So the blonde goes home and dyes her hair jet black. The next day she was back at the appliance store asking about the TV again.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but we don’t sell our merchandise to dumb blondes,” said the manager.
The blonde replied, “My hair is jet black! What makes you think I’m a blonde?”
The manager retorted, “Because that’s a microwave, not a television.”
A plane is on its way to Houston when a blonde in Economy Class gets up and moves to the First Class section and sits down. The flight attendant watches her do this and asks to see her ticket. She then tells the blonde that she paid for Economy and that she will have to sit in the back.
The blonde replies “I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, I’m going to Houston, and I’m staying right here!”
The flight attendant goes into the cockpit and tells the pilot and copilot that there is some blonde bimbo sitting in First Class that belongs in Economy and won’t move back to her seat. The copilot goes back to the blonde and tries to explain that because she only paid for Economy she will have to leave and return to her seat.
The blonde replies, “I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, I’m going to Houston, and I’m staying right here!”
The copilot tells the pilot that he probably should have the police waiting when they land to arrest this blonde woman that won’t listen to reason. The pilot says “You say she’s blonde? I’ll handle this. I’m married to a blonde. I speak blonde!”
He goes back to the blonde, whispers in her ear, and she says “Oh, I’m sorry.” She gets up and moves back to her seat in the Economy section.
The flight attendant and copilot are amazed and asked him what he said to make her move without any fuss.
“I told her First Class isn’t going to Houston ”
As the pandemic continues to spread throughout the ranks of the willfully ignorant, my smile is only diminished by the fact that the vast majority will survive. In any event, a certain demographic has lost its members in record numbers, and nearly everyone else is noticeably unsympathetic with that loss.
Currently about 250 people a day are dying from the 'rona in the US. There for a while it got up to almost 4,000 in a single day. All told, nearly 1 in 5,000 Americans have died from the Wuhan flu, which makes me wonder, how are we going to kill the other 4,999?
Obviously you can't kill them with the vaccine. If you count every person who died after taking any of the covid vaccines, and just assume it was the vaccine that did it, the kill ratio is only 1 out of every 56,000 people. And that's about how many people would have been expected to die if there were neither a China Flu nor a vaccine. It looks like if we want to kill more people, we are going to need a lot more stupidity since science has failed us once again.
I just want to acknowledge that Big D threw in a joke that will appear next week. This week's jokes were all stolen from reddit. To keep me honest, you could try using the submission page a little more regularly, but in any event there are going to be jokes here by hook or by crook.
Also, I can't say for certain if there is going to be a comic this coming weekend. I'm going to try, but work might get a little hectic.
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