Mr. Johnson boarded his flight to New York City and approached the aisle seat he had booked.
To his surprise, a blonde woman was already sitting there.
“Excuse me,” Mr. Johnson said, trying to stay calm. “That’s my seat. I specifically booked it.”
The woman looked up and said confidently, “I’m blonde, I’m smart, and I’m sitting in this aisle seat until the plane lands in New York City.”
Frustrated, Mr. Johnson checked her ticket. It clearly showed she was assigned to the middle seat.
“Your ticket says you’re supposed to sit in the middle,” he said, pointing to her ticket. “I booked this aisle seat because I’m six-foot-five, and I need the extra space. You’re, what, five-foot-one? You’ll be fine in the middle seat.”
The blonde, unfazed, repeated, “I’m blonde, I’m smart, and I’m sitting in this aisle seat until the plane lands in New York City.”
The woman in the window seat chimed in, “You should listen to him. My ex was tall—only six-foot-one—and he always needed the aisle seat to avoid feeling cramped.”
Still, the blonde replied, “I’m blonde, I’m smart, and I’m sitting in this aisle seat until the plane lands in New York City.”
At his wit’s end, Mr. Johnson called over a flight attendant. He explained the situation, and the attendant nodded before leaning down to whisper something in the blonde’s ear.
Suddenly, the blonde’s expression changed. Without a word, she moved to the middle seat.
Relieved, Mr. Johnson sat down in the aisle seat.
After the plane landed in New York, his curiosity got the better of him. He approached the flight attendant and asked, “What did you say to her?”
The attendant smiled. “I told her the aisle seat wasn’t going to New York City.”
A blonde walks into the police department.
A blonde walks into the police department looking for a job.
The officer wants to ask him a few questions.
Officer: What’s 2+2?
Blonde: Ummmmm… 4!
Officer: What’s the square root of 100?
Blonde: Ummmm… 10!
Officer: Good! Now, who k-i.ll3d Abraham Lincoln?
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Blonde: Ummmm… I don’t know
Officer: Well, you can go home and think about it. Come back tomorrow.
The blonde comes home and calls one of her friends who asks her if she got the job.
The blonde says enthusiastically: “Not only did I get the job, I’m already working on a murder case!”
LOL!!
A blonde goes into a Best Buy.
A blonde walks into a Best Buy.
She asks a clerk if she can buy the TV in the corner.
The clerk looks at her and says he doesn’t serve blondes, so she returns home and dyes her hair black.
The next day she returns to the store and asks the same thing and again the clerk says he doesn’t serve blondes.
Frustrated, the blonde goes home and dyes her hair again, to a shade of red.
Sure that a clerk would sell her the TV this time, she returns and asks a different clerk.
To her astonishment, this clerk also says that she doesn’t serve blondes.
The blonde asks the clerk, “How do you know I am a blonde?”
The clerk looks at her disgustedly and says, “That’s not a TV – it’s a microwave.”
LOL!!
Hope this joke will make you smile! Have a nice day!!
