<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24135818</id><updated>2024-02-20T08:47:32.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Blonde Jokes</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dumb Blonde Jokes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is my site for posting my favorite dumb blonde jokes!  Funny jokes, cute jokes, anything related to dumb blondes can go here.&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Color Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08729817236287530709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24135818.post-114269592978491677</id><published>2006-03-18T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T07:32:09.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammer Heads</title><content type='html'>Two blondes were building a house. one saw that the other  was going&lt;br /&gt;into her pouch and throwing every other nail out. She thought  that&lt;br /&gt;this was weird and decided to look into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why do you keep  throwing every other nail away?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, when i pull one out of my pouch,  and it is facing towards the&lt;br /&gt;house, i nail it it. If it is facing away from  the House, it is&lt;br /&gt;defective and i throw it away.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You idiot, those  nails aren&#39;t defective, they are for the other side&lt;br /&gt;of the house.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114269592978491677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/24135818/114269592978491677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114269592978491677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114269592978491677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/2006/03/hammer-heads.html' title='Hammer Heads'/><author><name>Color Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08729817236287530709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24135818.post-114269526806372677</id><published>2006-03-18T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T07:21:08.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blonde and the Snow Plow</title><content type='html'>A blonde driving a car became lost in a  snowstorm. She didn&#39;t panic&lt;br /&gt;however, because she remembered what her dad had  once told her. &quot;If&lt;br /&gt;you ever get stuck in a snowstorm, just wait for a snow  plow to come&lt;br /&gt;by and follow it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, pretty soon a snow plow  came by, and she started to&lt;br /&gt;follow it. She followed the plow for about  forty-five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the driver of the truck got out and asked  her what she was&lt;br /&gt;doing. And she explained that her dad had told her if she  ever got&lt;br /&gt;stuck in a snow storm, to follow a plow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver nodded  and said, &quot;Well, I&#39;m done with the Wal-Mart parking&lt;br /&gt;lot, do you want to  follow me over to K-Mart now?&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114269526806372677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/24135818/114269526806372677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114269526806372677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114269526806372677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/2006/03/blonde-and-snow-plow.html' title='The Blonde and the Snow Plow'/><author><name>Color Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08729817236287530709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24135818.post-114261718794857196</id><published>2006-03-17T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T09:39:47.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Work Early</title><content type='html'>A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead all work at the  same office for a&lt;br /&gt;female boss who always goes home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey,  girls,&quot; says the brunette, &quot;let&#39;s go home early tomorrow. She&#39;ll&lt;br /&gt;never know.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, they all leave right after the boss does.  The&lt;br /&gt;brunette gets some extra gardening done, the redhead goes to a  bar,&lt;br /&gt;and the blonde goes home to find her husband having sex with  the&lt;br /&gt;female boss! She quietly sneaks out of the house and returns at  her&lt;br /&gt;normal time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That was fun,&quot; says the brunette. &quot;We should do it  again sometime.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No way,&quot; says the blonde. &quot;I almost got caught.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114261718794857196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/24135818/114261718794857196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114261718794857196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114261718794857196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/2006/03/leaving-work-early.html' title='Leaving Work Early'/><author><name>Color Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08729817236287530709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24135818.post-114246881424213592</id><published>2006-03-15T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:26:54.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware the Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A                        State Trooper pulls a car over on a lonely back road and                        approaches the blonde lady driver. &quot;Ma&#39;am, is there                        a reason that you&#39;re weaving all over the road?&quot;                     &lt;p&gt;The woman replied, &quot;Oh officer, thank goodness you&#39;re                        here! I almost had an accident. I looked up and there was                        a tree right in front of me. I swerved to the left and there                        was another tree in front of me. I swerved to the right                        and there was another tree in front of me!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Reaching through the side window to the rear view mirror,                        the officer replied, &quot;Ma&#39;am... that&#39;s your air freshener.&quot;                     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114246881424213592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/24135818/114246881424213592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114246881424213592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114246881424213592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/2006/03/beware-trees.html' title='Beware the Trees'/><author><name>Color Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08729817236287530709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24135818.post-114246844114599384</id><published>2006-03-15T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:20:41.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving a Sports Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A                        blonde had just gotten a new sports car and was out for                        a drive when she cut off a truck driver. He motioned for                        her to pull over. When she did, he got out of his truck                        and pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket. He drew a circle                        on the road and told the blonde to stand in the circle and                        not move.                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;He then went to her car and cut up her leather seats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;When he turned around she had a slight grin on her face,                        so he said, &quot;Oh, you think that&#39;s funny? Watch this.&quot;                        He gets a baseball bat out of his truck and breaks every                        window in her car. When he turns and looks at her she has                        a smile on her face. He is getting really mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;He gets his knife back out and slices all her tires. Now                        she&#39;s laughing. The truck driver is really starting to lose                        it. He goes back to his truck and gets a can of gas, pours                        it on her car and sets it on fire. He turns around and she                        is laughing so hard she is about to fall down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&quot;What&#39;s so funny?&quot; The truck driver asked the                        blonde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;She replied, &quot;When you weren&#39;t looking, I stepped                        outside the circle 4 times.&quot;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114246844114599384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/24135818/114246844114599384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114246844114599384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114246844114599384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/2006/03/driving-sports-car.html' title='Driving a Sports Car'/><author><name>Color Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08729817236287530709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24135818.post-114244795744455874</id><published>2006-03-15T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:10:10.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Side Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;A                        woman hired a contractor to repaint the interior of her                        house. The woman walked the man through the second floor                        of her home and told him what colors she wanted for each                        room. As they walked through the first room, the woman said,                        &quot;I think I would like this room in a cream color.&quot;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;The contractor wrote on his clipboard, walked to the window,                        opened it and yelled out, &quot;Green side up!&quot; He                        then closed the window and continued following the woman                        to the next room. The woman looked confused, but proceeded                        with her tour. &quot;In this room, I was thinking of an                        off blue.&quot; Again, the contractor wrote this down, went                        to the window, opened it and yelled out, &quot;Green side                        up!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;This baffled the woman, but she was hesitant to say anything.                        In the next room, the woman said she would like it painted                        in a light rose color. And once more, the contractor opened                        the window and yelled, &quot;Green side up!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Struck with curiosity, the woman mustered up the nerve                        to ask, &quot;Why do you keep yelling &#39;Green side up&#39; out                        my window every time I tell you the color I would like the                        room?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;The contractor replied, &quot;Because I have a crew of                        blondes laying sod across the street.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114244795744455874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/24135818/114244795744455874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114244795744455874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114244795744455874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/2006/03/green-side-up.html' title='Green Side Up!'/><author><name>Color Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08729817236287530709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24135818.post-114244746912184381</id><published>2006-03-15T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:31:09.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are Blondes Really Smart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;This                        blonde decides one day that she is sick and tired of all                        these blonde jokes and how all blondes are perceived as                        stupid, so she decides to show her husband that blondes                        really are smart.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      While her husband is off at work, she decides that she is                        going to paint a couple of rooms in the house. The next                        day, right after her husband leaves for work, she gets down                        to the task at hand.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      Her husband arrives home at 5:30 and smells the distinctive                        smell of paint. He walks into the living room and finds                        his wife lying on the floor in a pool of sweat. He notices                        that she is wearing a ski jacket and a fur coat at the same                        time. He goes over and asks her if she is ok. She replies                        yes.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      He asks what she is doing. She replies that she wanted to                        prove to him that not all blonde women are dumb and she                        wanted to do it by painting the house. He then asks her                        why she has a ski jacket over her fur coat. She replies                        that she was reading the directions on the paint can and                        they said....&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      FOR BEST RESULTS, PUT ON TWO COATS.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114244746912184381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/24135818/114244746912184381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114244746912184381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114244746912184381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/2006/03/are-blondes-really-smart.html' title='Are Blondes Really Smart?'/><author><name>Color Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08729817236287530709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24135818.post-114244705197190161</id><published>2006-03-15T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:10:38.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Deoderant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;A             blonde walks into a pharmacy and asks the assistant for                        some bottom deodorant. The pharmacist, a little bemused,                        explains to the woman that they don&#39;t sell bottom deodorant,                        and never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Unfazed, the blonde assures the pharmacist that she has                        been buying the stuff from this store on a regular basis,                        and would like some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &quot;I&#39;m sorry,&quot; says the pharmacist, &quot;we don&#39;t                        have any.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                  &quot;But I always get it here,&quot; says the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;                  &quot;Do you have the container it comes in?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                  &quot;Yes!&quot; said the blonde, &quot;I will go and get                        it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  She returns with the container and hands it to the chemist                        who looks at it and says to her, &quot;This is just a normal                        stick of underarm deodorant.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  The annoyed blonde snatches the container back and reads                        out loud from the container, &quot;To apply, push up bottom.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                             &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114244705197190161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/24135818/114244705197190161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114244705197190161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114244705197190161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/2006/03/blonde-deoderant.html' title='Blonde Deoderant'/><author><name>Color Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08729817236287530709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24135818.post-114244651113500142</id><published>2006-03-15T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:17:35.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Short Dumb Blonde Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Q. How do you confuse a blonde?&lt;br /&gt;A. You can&#39;t, they have always been like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. A blonde is going to London on a plane. How can you                        steal her window seat?&lt;br /&gt;A. Tell her the seats that are going to London are all in                        the middle row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Q.                        How do you make a blonde laugh on Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;A. Tell her a joke on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;                                          &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114244651113500142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/24135818/114244651113500142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114244651113500142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114244651113500142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/2006/03/three-short-dumb-blonde-jokes.html' title='Three Short Dumb Blonde Jokes'/><author><name>Color Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08729817236287530709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24135818.post-114244633999050338</id><published>2006-03-15T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:12:19.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Porch</title><content type='html'>So, there was this blonde who wanted to buy her husband this REALLY nice gift for Valentine&#39;s day. So she decided to go around the neighborhood, asking them if they had anything that they would want her to do, and she would do it. So the first house she went to was the Anderson&#39;s. She rang their doorbell and said, Hello Mr. Anderson! Sorry to bother you, but i was wondering if you needed any chores being done, and i would be more the happy to do them for you. You see, I am trying to raise money for-Enough said , said Mr Anderson. It would be great if you would paint my porch!! there is paint in the garadge! Mrs.Anderson then said to her husband, do you think she knows that the porch goes all around the house? i mean, that may be a lot of paint. &quot;Well sure! She was standing on the porch anyway!&quot; Said Mr.Anderson. &quot;it might take a while, but I am sure we have enough paint!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In only 20 minutes she came back and said &quot; Im finished!! And there is paint left over.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Anderson said, &quot; Did you paint the whole porch?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah. And by the way, ....Thats a Porsche, not a porch..&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114244633999050338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/24135818/114244633999050338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114244633999050338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114244633999050338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/2006/03/porch.html' title='The Porch'/><author><name>Color Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08729817236287530709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24135818.post-114244480892884728</id><published>2006-03-15T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T09:46:48.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Microwave</title><content type='html'>This blonde walks into a hardware store and asks the guy at the cashier,&quot;Can I buy that microwave?&quot; He replies,&quot;No im sorry we don&#39;t sell to blondes.&quot; So she goes home and dies her hair green.She goes back and asks&quot; Can I buy that microwave?&quot; &quot;No im sorry we don&#39;t sell to blondes&quot; So goes home and does the same thing with burnette, red, and blue. The last time she goes in she says &quot;How do you always know who I am?&quot; He replies &quot;Because thats a T.V.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114244480892884728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/24135818/114244480892884728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114244480892884728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114244480892884728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/2006/03/microwave.html' title='The Microwave'/><author><name>Color Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08729817236287530709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24135818.post-114243690353555254</id><published>2006-03-15T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T07:35:03.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Horses and a Blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;One day a blonde buys two horses but she can&#39;t tell them apart so she calls up her friend and says,&quot; I got these two horses but I can&#39;t tell them apart. What should I do?&quot; Her friend says try tying a ribbon in one of your horses tails.&quot; The next day the blonde calls back and says,&quot; It didn&#39;t work the ribbon came out. What now.&quot; So her friend says,&quot; Try spray painting one of your horses manes.&quot; The blonde calls back the next day and says,&quot;The spray paint washed out.&quot; So her friend says,&quot;I am all out of ideas.&quot; So the next day the blonde calls back and says,&quot;I just figured out that the white horse is ten inches taller than the black horse!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114243690353555254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/24135818/114243690353555254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114243690353555254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24135818/posts/default/114243690353555254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumb1blonde1jokes.blogspot.com/2006/03/two-horses-and-blonde.html' title='Two Horses and a Blonde'/><author><name>Color Goddess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08729817236287530709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>