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Blonde writing on her blog ....... Power failure today so got stuck on the escalator for 3 hours.
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erection2015
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Blonde writing again.....
Tried to go water skiing but it didnt happen because couldnt find a lake with a good slope.
erection2015
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Blonde ( in drugstore ) : I'd like some vitamins for my little son
Clerk : Which type ma'am ? A, B or C ?
Blonde : Any will do. My son doesnt know the alphabet yet.
Clerk : Which type ma'am ? A, B or C ?
Blonde : Any will do. My son doesnt know the alphabet yet.
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Friend ( at ATM ): What are you looking at ?
Blonde : I saw your PIN.
Friend : ok then , what is the number if you say you saw it ?
Blonde : 4 asterisks ( **** ).
Blonde : I saw your PIN.
Friend : ok then , what is the number if you say you saw it ?
Blonde : 4 asterisks ( **** ).
erection2015
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a blonde walks into a store and asks the owner if she can buy this tv.
the owner says sorry we don't sell stuf to blondes. She goes home dyes her hair brown. next day walks into same store ask the owner can i buy your tv.
owner says sorry we don't sell stuff to blondes. she goes home dyes her hair
red. next day goes back to the store and asks the owner if she can buy his tv.
The owner says i have already told you twice we don't sell stuff to blondes. So she is mad she says how do you keep knowing that it is me? the owner says that is not a tv it is a microwave.
the owner says sorry we don't sell stuf to blondes. She goes home dyes her hair brown. next day walks into same store ask the owner can i buy your tv.
owner says sorry we don't sell stuff to blondes. she goes home dyes her hair
red. next day goes back to the store and asks the owner if she can buy his tv.
The owner says i have already told you twice we don't sell stuff to blondes. So she is mad she says how do you keep knowing that it is me? the owner says that is not a tv it is a microwave.
A blonde marries a Texan ..
A blonde city girl marries a Texas rancher. One morning, on his way out to
the fields, the rancher says to her, "The insemination man is coming over to
impregnate one of our cows today. I drove a nail into the 2 by 4 just above
the cow's stall in the barn. You show him where the cow is when he gets
here, OK?"
The rancher leaves for the fields.
After a while, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on
the front door. The wife takes him down to the barn.
They walk along the row of cows and when she sees the nail, she
tells him, "This is the one, right here."
The man, assuming he is dealing with an air head blonde, asks, "Tell me, lady,'cause I'm dying to know; how would YOU know this is the cow to be bred?"
"That's simple. By the nail over its stall," she explains very
confidently.
Laughing rudely at her, the man says, "And what, pray tell, is the
nail for?"
A blonde city girl marries a Texas rancher. One morning, on his way out to
the fields, the rancher says to her, "The insemination man is coming over to
impregnate one of our cows today. I drove a nail into the 2 by 4 just above
the cow's stall in the barn. You show him where the cow is when he gets
here, OK?"
The rancher leaves for the fields.
After a while, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on
the front door. The wife takes him down to the barn.
They walk along the row of cows and when she sees the nail, she
tells him, "This is the one, right here."
The man, assuming he is dealing with an air head blonde, asks, "Tell me, lady,'cause I'm dying to know; how would YOU know this is the cow to be bred?"
"That's simple. By the nail over its stall," she explains very
confidently.
Laughing rudely at her, the man says, "And what, pray tell, is the
nail for?"
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