Q: Why won't they hire a blonde pharmacist? A: They keep breaking the prescription bottles in the typewriters.
Q: Why don't blondes call 911 in an emergency? A: She can't find the number 11 on the telephone buttons.
A blind man walks into a bar, taps the man next him, and says, "Hey, wanna hear a blonde joke?" The man says back to the blind man, "Look buddy, I'm blonde. The man behind me is a 400-pound professional wrestler and he is blonde. The bouncer is blonde. The man sitting over to your left is also blonde. Still wanna tell that blonde joke?" The blind man is silent for a moment and then says, "Nah, I wouldn't want to have to explain it five times."
Q: Why can't a blonde dial 911? A: She can't find the eleven.
What do you do when a blond throws a grenade at you? Pull the pin and throw it back!
A blonde keeps checking her mail box. A neighbour notices her repeated trips to the kerb and asks if she’s waiting for a special delivery. ‘No,’ she replies. ‘But my computer keeps telling me I have mail.’
How does a blonde commit suicide? She gathers her clothes into a pile and jumps off.
What did the blonde say when someone blew in her bra? ‘Thanks for the refill.’
What did the blonde’s holiday postcard say? ‘Having a wonderful time. Where am I?’
What do you call a blonde skeleton in the closet? Last year’s hide and seek champ.