Did you hear about the smart blonde? You wont either.

Back in the old west, there was a need to connect the east and the west with a telegraph line. The Manager of the project advertised for workers to complete the job. Three groups responded. A team of Irishmen, a group of Italians, and a final team composed of Blondes.

Since none of the groups would work with anyone from the other two groups, the project supervisor decided to assign each group to a different part of the line, and then see which team set the most poles.

The first task was to set the poles. The Supervisor sent each group out to a different location. Before they left, he advised all three groups that the one to bury the most poles today, would receive a bonus.

At the end of the day, the foreman of the Italians reported back to the Supervisor. The Supervisor inquired of him how many poles had been set by his team. He answered 48. The Supervisor was delighted. He advised the Italian to stay awhile until he heard how the Irishmen and the Blondes had done…

Next to report was the foreman of the Irishmen group. When asked, he reported that they had set 53 poles that day. Again the Superivsor was thrilled. He dismissed the Italian foreman and asked the Irishman to remain until the Blondes checked in.

A little while later the Blonde forewoman reported to the Supervisor.
How many poles did your group set? He asked. Two. Replied the Blonde forewoman.

What! Just, two! exclaimed the Supervisor. The Italians set 48 poles, and the Irishmen set 53. How could you Blondes have only set two poles?

It may be true the Italians and Irishmen buried more poles than us, replied the Blonde. But you should see how much of the poles those bozos left sticking out of the ground!

Q: Whats the difference between Indiana and a blonde?

A: A blonde has larger hills and deeper valleys.

A blonde goes to a doctor and tells him that both her ears are burnt. Sit down and tell me how it happened, said the doctor.

Well, I was ironing my clothes when I received a phone call, and instead of picking the phone, I picked up the iron and burnt my ear!

Okay, I see…But thats one ear – what about the other?

They called again!!

The Tearful Bride…

A new young blonde bride calls her mother in tears.

She sobs, Robert doesnt appreciate what I do for him.

Now, now, her mother comforted, I am sure it was all just a misunderstanding.

No, mother, you dont understand.

I bought a frozen turkey roll and he yelled and screamed at me about the price!

Well, the nerve of that lousy cheapskate! says her mom.

Those turkey rolls are only a few dollars.

No, mother it wasnt the price of the turkey, it was the airplane ticket.

Airplane ticket…. What did you need an airplane ticket for?

Well mother, when I went to fix it, I looked at the directions on the package and it said –

Prepare from a frozen state, so I flew to Alaska!

A blonde tried to sell her old car.

She was having a lot of problems selling it, because the car had 250,000 miles on it.

One day, she told her problem to a brunette she worked with at a salon.

The brunette told her, There is a possibility to make the car easier to sell, but its not legal.

That doesnt matter, replied the blonde, if I only can sell the car.

Okay, said the brunette. Here is the address of a friend of mine. He owns a car repair shop. Tell him I sent you and he will turn the counter in your car back to 50,000 miles. Then it should not be a problem to sell your car anymore.

The following weekend, the blonde made the trip to the mechanic.

About one month after that, the brunette asked the blonde, Did you sell your car?

No, replied the blonde, why should I? It only has 50,000 miles on it.

A blonde goes into the drug store to buy some rubbers (so she can practice safe sex).

She walks up to the pharmacist and asks, How much for a box of rubbers?

Theyre $1 for a box of 3, he replied, Plus 6 cents for the tax.

Oh, said the blonde, I wondered how they kept them on.

Q: Whats the difference between a blondes brain and a box of rocks? A: Nothing.

The recipe said to cook for 1/2 hour per pound, and she weighed 125.

Q: Why dont blondes in San Francisco wear short black mini skirts?

A: Cause their balls show!