Reply With Quote:notam: ........................................ok that was funny
A BLONDE GUY GETS HOME EARLY FROM WORK AND
HEARS STRANGE NOISES COMING FROM THE BEDROOM. HE
RUSHES UPSTAIRS TO FIND HIS WIFE NAKED ON THE BED, SWEATING AND PANTING.
"WHAT'S UP?" HE SAYS
"I'M HAVING A HEART ATTACK," CRIES THE WOMAN.
HE RUSHES DOWNSTAIRS TO GRAB THE PHONE, BUT
JUST AS HE'S DIALING, HIS 4-YEAR-OLD SON COMES UP
AND SAYS "DADDY! DADDY! UNCLE TED'S HIDING IN YOUR
CLOSET AND HE'S GOT NO CLOTHES ON!"
THE GUY SLAMS THE PHONE DOWN AND STORMS
UPSTAIRS INTO THE BEDROOM, PAST HIS SCREAMING WIFE,
AND RIPS OPEN THE WARDROBE DOOR. SURE ENOUGH, THERE
IS HIS BROTHER, TOTALLY NAKED, COWERING ON THE
CLOSET FLOOR.
"YOU ROTTEN SOB ," SAYS THE HUSBAND, "MY
WIFE'S HAVING A HEART ATTACK AND YOU'RE RUNNING
AROUND NAKED SCARING THE KIDS!"
Subject: Finally, A Male Blonde Joke
:notam: ........................................ok that was funny
nice try there D. It was originally written by a published joke-giver who lives in the Pottomac area and contrives his earnings from telling jokes. The original was a blonde woman who caught her husband on the bed.
Nie try....
Daniel
nice try there D. It was originally written by a published joke-giver who lives in the Pottomac area and contrives his earnings from telling jokes. The original was a blonde woman who caught her husband on the bed.
Nie try....
Daniel
Now this is funny!!!!!
A Blonde woman is at home one day when she smells smoke coming from her kitchen. She panics and calls 911. Here is the call as it happened:
Dispatcher "911 what is your emergency?"
Blonde Woman "Hurry Hurry my house is on fire?"
Dispatcher "Ok Ok calm down and tell us how to get to your house."
Blonde Woman "Well duh you drive the big red truck!"...........
I don't get it... :notam:
nice try there D. It was originally written by a published joke-giver who lives in the Pottomac area and contrives his earnings from telling jokes. The original was a blonde woman who caught her husband on the bed.
Nie try....
Daniel
I'm just pulling your chain there girl. I never heard this joke before and don;t know anyone in the Pottomac area.
:sleeping:
A Blonde woman is at home one day when she smells smoke coming from her kitchen. She panics and calls 911. Here is the call as it happened:
Dispatcher "911 what is your emergency?"
Blonde Woman "Hurry Hurry my house is on fire?"
Dispatcher "Ok Ok calm down and tell us how to get to your house."
Blonde Woman "Well duh you drive the big red truck!"...........
Aren't some yellow?
Here is another one....
A blonde decided she needed something new and different for a winter hobby. She went to the bookstore and bought every book she could find on ice-fishing. For weeks she read and studied, hoping to become an expert in the field.
Finally she decided she knew enough, and out she went for her first ice-fishing trip. She carefully gathered up and packed all the tools and equipment needed for the excursion. Each piece of equipment had its own special place in her kit.
When she got to the ice, she found a quiet little area, placed her padded stool, and carefully laid out her tools. Just as she was about to make her first cut into the ice, a booming voice from the sky bellowed, "There are no fish under the ice!"
Startled, the blonde grabbed up all her belongings, moved farther along on the ice, poured some hot chocolate from her thermos, and started to cut a new hole. Again the voice from above bellowed, "There are no fish under the ice!"
Amazed, the blonde wasn't quite sure what to do, as this certainly wasn't covered in any of the books. She packed up her gear and moved to the far side of the ice. Once there, she stopped for a few moments to regain her calm. She was extremely careful to set everything up perfectly -- tools in the right place, chair positioned just so. Just as she was about to cut the new hole, the voice came again: "There are no fish under the ice!"
Petrified, the blonde looked skyward and asked, "Is that you, Lord?"
And the voice boomed back, "No, this is the manager of the skating rink!"
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