Are we ready for another blonde joke? As with bullfighting (the bull doesn’t always lose) not all blonde jokes end alike or are alike – except for all of them being excruciatingly funny:
A blonde is pulled over for speeding. The officer comes to her window and says, “Ma’am” (all cops say “Ma’am”) “you were driving 20 miles per hour over the speed limit. May I see your driver’s license and registration, please?”
“I don’t have a driver’s license, officer,” says the blonde. “And as for the registration, well, I don’t know where it might be. You see, I stole this car.”
The officer is deeply suspicious by this point. “Please open your trunk, Ma’am,” he says.
“Oh, I can’t do that, officer,” she responds. “There’s a dead body in there.”
Fully alarmed now, the officer tells her to keep her hands where he can see them, and he calls for backup. Within minutes, four squad cars screech to a stop, with the precinct captain in the lead. He approaches the blonde and demands to see her driver’s license.
“Here it is, Captain,” she says. “And here’s my automobile registration, too.”
“Well…please open your trunk, Ma’am.” She does so, revealing nothing more ominous than a spare tire. “Well, what the – my officer said you had no license, no registration, you’re driving a stolen car, and that you have a dead body in your trunk!”
“He did, did he? Huh – I bet he told you I was speeding, too.”
Are we ready for another blonde joke? As with bullfighting (the bull doesn’t always lose) not all blonde jokes end alike or are alike – except for all of them being excruciatingly funny:
A blonde is pulled over for speeding. The officer comes to her window and says, “Ma’am” (all cops say “Ma’am”) “you were driving 20 miles per hour over the speed limit. May I see your driver’s license and registration, please?”
“I don’t have a driver’s license, officer,” says the blonde. “And as for the registration, well, I don’t know where it might be. You see, I stole this car.”
The officer is deeply suspicious by this point. “Please open your trunk, Ma’am,” he says.
“Oh, I can’t do that, officer,” she responds. “There’s a dead body in there.”
Fully alarmed now, the officer tells her to keep her hands where he can see them, and he calls for backup. Within minutes, four squad cars screech to a stop, with the precinct captain in the lead. He approaches the blonde and demands to see her driver’s license.
“Here it is, Captain,” she says. “And here’s my automobile registration, too.”
“Well…please open your trunk, Ma’am.” She does so, revealing nothing more ominous than a spare tire. “Well, what the – my officer said you had no license, no registration, you’re driving a stolen car, and that you have a dead body in your trunk!”
“He did, did he? Huh – I bet he told you I was speeding, too.”