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Thursday 5 January 2006

The Best Blond(e) Joke Ever!!

I come from a blond family. When I was young my hair was so blond it was almost white and Connor's is the same. Yet I appreciate blond(e) jokes.

This has to be one of the best blond(e) jokes I've heard for a long while.

January 5, 2006 9:36 AM | Random Humour


TOP CLASS (6 by the way, but then im mainly gray these days;-)

still, im sending the link the wife, should keep her quiet for a day or two...

Genius. I MUST post this.

ROFLOL. Who comes up with these things?

Donald Canard said on January 6, 2006 6:56 PM:

This page doesn’t load for me, and I’m blond. What does this mean ?

We come from the land of the ice and snow
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore.
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.

So now you’d better stop.
And rebuild all your ruins.
For peace and trust can win the day
despite all of your losing.

BTW, there is at least one link-loop here:
J-Walk ->
blog.outer-court.com ->
w-a-s-a-b-i.com ->
h0bbel.p0ggel.org ->
technorati.com -> (search ‘blond joke’): /tag/blond joke
macbros.dnsalias.com ->
samanthaburns.com -> (she looks like she’s fun in bed)
arseburgers.co.uk ->
metafilter.com -> (who want me to pay $5 to post there, hee hee)
gmapalumni.com/chapomatic ->

OMG this is so awesome, i am so posting it

That was so gay

taylor said on December 21, 2006 6:27 AM:

k whers the freakin joke?

Marybeth said on February 4, 2007 4:29 PM:

im a brunnette but this took me 38 clicks to get that i was being tricked, gosh this makes me feel stupid.good job =]

=]i dont understand.

John said on July 2, 2007 1:38 AM:

that isnt even a joke

Sim said on August 3, 2008 1:01 PM:

It only took me 2 click
hahaha but this is a better joke
One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans.

Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas.

Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see! me and exclaimed delightedly: 'Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.'

He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went
to answer the call.

The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.

Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage.

Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes.
The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.

My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.

At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: 'Happy Birthday!'

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