Before launching the inaugural “Blonde Ambition Tour” column, which will run as reader submissions warrant, The Dot would like to make it clear that The Dot is not an anti-blonde-ite. The sole reason The Dot has chosen to run a column made up exclusively of blonde jokes is because they are funny – OK, and because The Dot’s boss is a blonde.
Incredible Coincidence
A blonde is crying her eyes out at work, and her boss asks what is wrong. “Early this morning, I got a phone call saying that my mother had passed away,” the blonde says. “Why don’t you go home for the day?” the boss suggests. “Thanks, but I’d be better off here,” the blonde says. The boss leaves, and the blonde goes back to work. A couple of hours pass, and the boss looks out from his office and sees the blonde again crying hysterically. “Are you going to be OK?” he asks. “No,” says the blonde. “I just received a horrible call from my sister. Her mother died, too!”
Long Movie
Did you hear about the two blondes who froze to death at the drive-in movie? They had gone to see “Closed for the Winter.”
Does Anyone Speak Blonde?
A plane is on its way to Houston, when a blonde in economy gets up and moves to first class. The flight attendant watches her do this, asks to see her ticket, and then tells her she will have to go back to economy. The blonde replies that she is not moving. At this point, the attendant goes into the cockpit and tells the captain. “You say she’s a blonde,” the captain says. “I’ll handle this. I’m married to a blonde. I speak blonde.” The captain goes back to the blonde, whispers something in her ear, and she immediately gets up and goes back to her seat in economy. The flight attendant and co-pilot are amazed. “What did you say to make her move?” they ask. “Well,” says the captain, “I just told her first class isn’t going to Houston.”
God And Blondes
A down-on-her-luck blonde decides to pray to God: “God, please help me. I’ve lost my business, and if I don’t get some money, I’m going to lose my house as well. Please let me win the lottery.” Lottery night comes, and somebody else wins.
She again prays. “God, please let me win the lottery! I’ve lost my business, my house, and I’m going to lose my car as well.” Lottery night comes, and she still has no luck.
Once again, she prays. “God, why have you forsaken me? I’ve lost my business, my house, my car, and my children are starving. I don’t often ask you for help, but please let me win the lottery just this one time so I can get my life back in order.”
Suddenly there is a blinding flash of light, followed by the voice of God. “Sweetheart, work with me on this,” God says. “Go out and buy a ticket.”
Key Is Rolling The Rrrrrs
Two tourists are driving through Louisiana, and as they approach Natchitoches, they start arguing about the pronunciation of the town. They argue back and forth until they stop for lunch. As they are standing at the counter, one tourist asks the blonde waiting on them, “Before we order, could you please settle an argument for us? Would you please pronounce where we are very slowly?” The blonde leans over the counter and says, “Burrrrrrrr, gerrrrrrr, Kiiiiiiiing.”
Roots Affect Rooting
A guy takes his blond girlfriend to her first football game. They have great seats right behind their team’s bench. After the game, he asks her how she liked it. “Oh, I really liked it,” she replies, “but I just couldn’t understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents.” Confused, the blonde’s date asks, “What do you mean?” “Well, says the blonde, “they flipped a coin at the beginning, one team got it, and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was: `Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!’ I’m like, helloooooo? It’s only 25 cents!”
Roll The Credits
Thanks to the following readers for contributing to this week’s Dot: Eleanor, Peggy, Jo and Joe, and Bolton. If you would like to be a Dot contributor, please send along jokes, websites, lists, anecdotes, brain teasers, whatever you find amusing to The Dot at thedot@courant.com. The only restrictions are that the submissions be short (particularly jokes) and sort of tasteful. To view previous Dot columns, go to http://www.ctnow.com/dot. And remember, the race doesn’t always go to the swiftest – or those with darker hair.
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