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 ”
So during the last fireside chat, I might have given some of you the impression that I don't like my dog. Well, I do, but with such boundless energy she can be very tiring. I'm getting on in my years, and having a living bouncy ball sap my energy every day is frustrating.
But Gail is my baby girl, and though she often tests my limits, she does have her up sides. Off hand I can't think of any, but... Oh wait! She does actually settle down, and when I'm sitting on the couch or lying in bed, she is right there snuggled up next to me. She looks at me in such a way as to tell me that I am her everything.
And Gail is still just a pup. Granted, she is an 85 pound musclebound pup, but her brain is still developing. It is always a pleasant surprise when something finally "clicks" in that head of hers, and she learns to control some of the less desirable aspects of her behavior.
Make no mistake, there is a long way to go before Gail is what I would consider a "good" dog, and I have had enough dogs to know the difference. In the meantime, she still gets plenty of toys and treats and belly rubs.
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