Fear him, for he is smart.
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This joke gets me everytime i read it.. Heh heh uh.. Sorry, it must be a blonde thing..
A blonde woman was speeding down the road in her little red sports car
and was pulled over by a woman police officer, who was also a blonde.
The cop asked to see the blonde’s driver’s license.
She dug through her purse and was
getting progressively more agitated. “What does it look like?” she
finally asked.
The policewoman replied, “It’s square and it has your picture on it.”
The driver finally found a square mirror, looked at it and handed it to the
policewoman.
“Here it is,” she said. The blonde officer looked at the
mirror, then handed it back saying, “Okay, you can go. I didn’t realize you were a cop.
There was this guy at a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays like that for half of an hour.
Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just drinks it all down. The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says, “Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I’ll buy you another drink. I just can’t stand to see a man cry.”
“No, it’s not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous, fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police said that they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away.”
“I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison.”
Continue reading ‘A few jokes to brighten your day…’
It took me about 5 seconds to get this joke, but when i got it, i laughed. *giggle*
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona
when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road. As
the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo
woman if she would like a ride. With a word or two of thanks, she got in the car.
After resuming the journey and a bit of small talk, the Navajo woman noticed a
brown bag on the seat next to Sally. “What’s in the bag?” asked the old woman.
Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, “It’s a bottle of wine.
I got it for my husband.”
The Navajo woman was silent for a moment, and then speaking with the quiet
wisdom of an elder said, “Good trade.”