Blonde Search

Humor IS the Road to Health, What you read is what you get, It don't matter how much wealth, Ask yourself: 'Am I Blonde Yet??' (You don't need be thin, to think Blonde) (^8

I'm not sure about the 'Blonde' thing,
But there's humor in these words,
Someone had to feel the sting,
Humor don't work well, on the Nerds.

I met a real, Blonde, woman, once,
Planed on asking her, if true,
'Are Blonds truly the species dunce,
Or keeping secrets from the crew?'

I didn't get a chance to ask,
Itinerary was extra full,
Running a country was her task,
And, on her time, I had no pull.

So, I stand here, unrequited,
Question, still upon my mind,
I hope to, soon, have admitted,
Gray hair is not of the Blonde kind.

AMEN

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THE BLONDE AND THE LORD

A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many books on the subject, and finally getting all the necessary tools together, she made for the ice.

After positioning her comfy footstool, she started to make a circular cut in the ice. Suddenly, from the sky, a voice boomed,

"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."

Startled, the blonde moved further down the ice, poured a thermos of cappuccino, and began to cut yet another hole. Again from the heavens the voice bellowed,

"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."

The blonde, now worried, moved away, clear down to the opposite end of the ice. She set up her stool once more and tried again to cut her hole.

The voice came once more,

"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."

She stopped, looked skyward, and said,

"IS THAT YOU LORD?"

The voice replied,

"No, this is the manager of the hockey rink.