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Twas The Night Before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;
A Red Neck Christmas&lt;br /&gt;
One of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.yooohaaa.com/"&gt;TEN Nights Before Christmas at YoooHaaa.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Not Jeff Foxworthy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the trailer&lt;br /&gt;
Not a creature was stirrin' 'cept a redneck named Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;
His first name was Bubba, Joe was his middle,&lt;br /&gt;
And a-runnin' down his chin was a trickle of spittle.&lt;br /&gt;
His socks, they were hung by the chimney with care,&lt;br /&gt;
And therefore there was a foul stench in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That Bubba got scared and rousted the boys.&lt;br /&gt;
There was Rufus, 12 Jim Bob was 11&lt;br /&gt;
Dud goin' on 10 Otis was 7.&lt;br /&gt;
John, George and Chucky Were 5,4, and 3:&lt;br /&gt;
The twins were both girls so they let them be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They jumped in their overalls, no need for a shirt,&lt;br /&gt;
Threw a hat on each head, then turned with a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;
They ran to the gun rack that hung on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;
There were 17 shotguns they grabbed them all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bubba said to the young'uns, "now hesh up ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;
The last thing we wanna do is wake up yer Maw."&lt;br /&gt;
Maw was expecting and needed her sleep,&lt;br /&gt;
So out they crept out the door without making a peep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They all looked around, and then they all spit.&lt;br /&gt;
The young'uns asked Bubba, "Paw, what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;
Bubba just stared he could not say a word.&lt;br /&gt;
This was just like all of The stories he'd heard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Santy Claus on the roof, darn tootin'&lt;br /&gt;
But the boys didn't know they was about to start shootin'!&lt;br /&gt;
They aimed their shotguns and nearly made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;
That would have resulted in venison steak.&lt;br /&gt;
Bubba hollered out, "don't shoot, boys!"&lt;br /&gt;
That's Santy Claus And he's brought us some toys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The dogs were a-barkin' and a-raisin' cain,&lt;br /&gt;
And Bubba whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.&lt;br /&gt;
"Down, Spot! shut up Bullet! quiet, Roscoe and Enos!&lt;br /&gt;
Git, Turnip and Tater and Sam and Bosco!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Git down from that porch! git down off that wall!&lt;br /&gt;
Quit shakin the trailer, or you'll make Santy fall!"&lt;br /&gt;
The dogs kept a-barkin' and wouldn't shut up,&lt;br /&gt;
And they trampled poor Pete Who was only a pup.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Santy opened his bag, And threw out some toys.&lt;br /&gt;
Bubba got most, but left a few for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;
Since the guns had been dropped he just might not die.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He jumped in his sleigh, told his reindeer to hurry.&lt;br /&gt;
The trailer started to wobble santa started to worry.&lt;br /&gt;
Just as the reindeer got into the air,&lt;br /&gt;
The trailer collapsed, but Bubba didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was busy lookin' at all his new toys.&lt;br /&gt;
Then a thought hit him, and he said to the boys:&lt;br /&gt;
"Go check on yer Maw, make sure she's all right.&lt;br /&gt;
That roof fallin' on her could-a hurt just a might."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But Maw was OK, and the girls were too.&lt;br /&gt;
They fixed up the trailer it looked good as new.&lt;br /&gt;
And as for Bubba, he liked Old St. Nick,&lt;br /&gt;
But Santa thought Bubba was a pure-in-tee hick!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bubba had a nice Christmas, and the boys did, too.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is no such thing as a lesbian, just women who have not met Rick Perry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fact: Rick Perry's tears cure cancer. Unfortunately, he's never cried.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span id="goog_1049221702"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1049221703"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rick Perry's cereal never gets soggy. It sits there, staying crispy, just for him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rick Perry's organ donation card, also lists his hair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4 out of 5 doctors recommend Rick Perry. Also, in totally unrelated  news, 20% of doctors die unexplained, needlessly brutal deaths.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Instead of having a cigarette after sex, Rick Perry heads outside and brands his cattle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rick Perry has never lost a sock. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is no "Control" button on Rick Perry's computer. Rick Perry is always in control.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When somebody yells "Last one in is a rotten egg," Rick Perry is never, ever the rotten egg.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rick Perry came and he gave without taking. But you pushed him away. Oh, Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Rick Perry was born, the only person who cried was the doctor. Lesson learned. Never slap Rick Perry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aliens DO exist. It's just that they know better than to visit a planet Rick Perry inhabits.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rick Perry lives vicariously through himself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rick Perry once visited the Virgin Islands. They are now referred to simply as "the islands"&lt;br /&gt;
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When Rick Perry opens a pack of Twix, there are three.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a boy, Rick Perry interrogated his parents on Easter until they  revealed the precise location and contents of each hidden egg.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rick Perry has to maintain a concealed weapon license in all 50 states in order to legally wear pants.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rick Perry really likes the movie 101 Dalmatians. No one knows why.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some kids urinate their names in the snow. Rick Perry can urinate his name into concrete. He just chooses not to.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rick Perry does not "style" his hair. It lays perfectly in place out of sheer terror.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rick Perry did all the make-up on the Planet of the Apes movies.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rick Perry understands the ending of 2001: A Space Odyssey.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rick Perry ghostwrites all the articles for Garden &amp;amp; Gun magazine&lt;br /&gt;
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Rick Perry was born with the right to party. Unlike the rest of us who have to fight for it&lt;br /&gt;
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Rick Perry impaled over 40 horses to make what he calls "an authentic" Merry-Go-Round. &lt;br /&gt;
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Rick Perry's blood type is WD-40&lt;br /&gt;
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Rick Perry can peel potatoes with his eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rick Perry shoots dangerous wild animals on his jogs.&lt;br /&gt;
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On his birthday, Rick Perry randomly selects one lucky child to be thrown into the sun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rick Perry just saved a kitten from a tree while Jon Huntsman was talking&lt;br /&gt;
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Time slows down whenever Rick Perry speaks&lt;br /&gt;
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AT&amp;amp;T does not drop Rick Perry's Cell Calls&lt;br /&gt;
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Perry's car once ran out of gas. After pistol whipping it for 10 min it started back up. He's never had to fill it up since&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=harrisonburgc-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B001DUGFMI&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Ma was in the kitchen fiddling around when she hollers out- "Pa! You need to go out and fix the outhouse!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pa replies, "There ain't nuthin wrong with the outhouse."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ma yells back, "Yes there is, now git out there and fix it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So Pa mosies out to the outhouse, looks around and yells back, "Ma! There ain't nuthin wrong with the outhouse! "&lt;br /&gt;
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Ma replies, "Stick yur head in the hole!"&lt;br /&gt;
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Pa yells back, "I ain't stickin my head in that hole!"&lt;br /&gt;
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Ma says,"Ya have to stick yur head in the hole to see what to fix."&lt;br /&gt;
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Ma hollers back, "Now take your head out of the hole!"&lt;br /&gt;
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Pa proceeds to pull his head out of the hole, then starts yelling, "Ma! Help! My beard is stuck in the cracks in the toilet seat!"&lt;br /&gt;
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shut up Bullet! quiet, Roscoe and Enos!&lt;br /&gt;Git, Turnip and Tater and Sam and Bosco!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Git down from that porch! git down off that wall!&lt;br /&gt;Quit shakin the trailer, or you'll make Santy fall!"&lt;br /&gt;The dogs kept a-barkin' and wouldn't shut up,&lt;br /&gt;And they trampled poor Pete Who was only a pup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santy opened his bag, And threw out some toys.&lt;br /&gt;Bubba got most, but left a few for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;Since the guns had been dropped he just might not die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jumped in his sleigh, told his reindeer to hurry.&lt;br /&gt;The trailer started to wobble santa started to worry.&lt;br /&gt;Just as the reindeer got into the air,&lt;br /&gt;The trailer collapsed, but Bubba didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was busy lookin' at all his new toys.&lt;br /&gt;Then a thought hit him, and he said to the boys:&lt;br /&gt;"Go check on yer Maw, make sure she's all right.&lt;br /&gt;That roof fallin' on her could-a hurt just a might."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Maw was OK, and the girls were too.&lt;br /&gt;They fixed up the trailer it looked good as new.&lt;br /&gt;And as for Bubba, he liked Old St. Nick,&lt;br /&gt;But Santa thought Bubba was a pure-in-tee hick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubba had a nice Christmas, and the boys did, too.&lt;br /&gt;And the Taylors wish a Yee Haw Merry Christmas to you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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1. Q: What's the difference between a blonde and a rooster? &lt;br /&gt;
A: A Rooster says in the Morning - "Cockll-doodlle-doooooo", while a blonde shouts, "Any-cock'll-doooo."&lt;br /&gt;
2. Q: What is the best secretary in the world to have? &lt;br /&gt;
A: The one that never misses a period.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Q: What do blondes say after sex? &lt;br /&gt;
A: "Thanks, guys!".&lt;br /&gt;
4.Q: What's the difference between a blonde and The Titanic? &lt;br /&gt;
A: They know how many men went down on The Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Q: What's the difference between a blonde and the Atlantic Coast? &lt;br /&gt;
A: There's fewer crabs in the Atlantic.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Q: What's the difference between a blonde and the Grand Old Duke of York? &lt;br /&gt;
A: The Duke only 'had' Ten Thousand men.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Q: How does a horny guy spell relief? &lt;br /&gt;
A: B-L-O-N-D-E.&lt;br /&gt;
9. Q: Why was the blonde upset when she got her Driver's License? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Because she got an F in sex.&lt;br /&gt;
10. Q: What do a Boeing 747 and a blonde have in common? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Both contain a cockpit&lt;br /&gt;
12. Q: What's the difference between a blonde and a blow-up Doll? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Around 2 cans of hair spray. &lt;br /&gt;
13. Q: Why is a blonde like a stamp? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Both get licked, then stuck, and finally sent on their way.&lt;br /&gt;
14. Q: Why is a blonde like railway tracks? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Cos she's been laid all over the country.&lt;br /&gt;
16. Q: How can you tell if a blonde has been playing with your Computer? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Your joy stick will be soaking wet.&lt;br /&gt;
17. Q: Why do saunas remind some people of blondes? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Cos both are steamy and wet on entry, and hey, they don't mind if you bring friends.&lt;br /&gt;
18.Q: Did you hear about the blonde who tried to blow up her husband's car? &lt;br /&gt;
A: She scorched her lips on the exhaust pipe.&lt;br /&gt;
19. Q: What's the difference between a Mosquito and a blonde? &lt;br /&gt;
A: On slapping a Mosquito, it will stop sucking.&lt;br /&gt;
21. Q: How would a blond interpret 6.9? &lt;br /&gt;
A: A 69 interrupted by a period.&lt;br /&gt;
23. Q: What's a blondes favorite Nursery Rhyme? &lt;br /&gt;
A: HumpMe DumpMe.&lt;br /&gt;
25. Q: Why is a blonde like a door knob? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Cuz everyone gets a turn.&lt;br /&gt;
28. Q: In a Blonde's mind what is long and hard? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Grade 4.&lt;br /&gt;
29. Q: Why does a blonde have an IQ 1 point higher than a Coppers Horse? &lt;br /&gt;
A: So she won't sh*t on the street during a rally.&lt;br /&gt;
33. Q: What's a blonde's idea of safe sex? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Locking the car door.&lt;br /&gt;
34. Q: Did you hear the one about the blonde lesbian? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Well, she kept having affairs with men.&lt;br /&gt;
35. Q: What is the difference between a blonde and most men? &lt;br /&gt;
A: The blonde has the higher sperm count.&lt;br /&gt;
37. Q: What does a blonde do if she is not in bed by 10? &lt;br /&gt;
A: She picks up her purse and goes home.&lt;br /&gt;
38. Q: When visiting Scotland, what is a Blonde's favorite destination? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Silicon Glen&lt;br /&gt;
39. Q: What do you call 2 nuns and a blonde? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Two tight ends and a wide receiver.&lt;br /&gt;
40. Q: Why don't blondes eat pickles? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Because they can't get their head in the jar.&lt;br /&gt;
41. Q: What would a blonde use for protection during sex? &lt;br /&gt;
A: A bus shelter.&lt;br /&gt;
43. Q: Why do blondes have big bellybuttons? &lt;br /&gt;
A: From dating blonde men.&lt;br /&gt;
44. Q: Why is a blonde like an old washing machine? &lt;br /&gt;
A: They both drip when they're fucked.&lt;br /&gt;
45. Q: Why did the blonde cross the road? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Forget the road, what was she doing out of the bedroom!?&lt;br /&gt;
46. Q: Why does a blond have T.G.I.F. on the front of her shirt? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Tits Go In Front.&lt;br /&gt;
47. Q: How can you tell who is a blonde's boyfriend? &lt;br /&gt;
A: He's the one with the belt buckle the matches the impression in her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;
48. Q: Why did the deaf blonde sit on a newspaper? &lt;br /&gt;
A: So she could lip read.&lt;br /&gt;
51. Q: What does the Bermuda Triangle and blondes have in common? &lt;br /&gt;
A: They've both swallowed a lot of seamen.&lt;br /&gt;
52. Q: Why don't blondes talk when having sex? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Their Mommies told em never to speak to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;
53. Q: Why is a washing machine better than a blonde? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Because you can drop your load in a washing machine, and it won't follow you around for a week!&lt;br /&gt;
54. Q: What do a 250cc Scooter and a blonde have in common? &lt;br /&gt;
A: They're both fun to ride until a friend sees you on one&lt;br /&gt;
55. Q: What's the difference between a blonde on her back and a turtle on it's back? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Absolutely Nothing - both are totally screwed!&lt;br /&gt;
58. Q: How do you get a blonde off of her knees? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Come.&lt;br /&gt;
60. Q: What do a blonde and an instant win lottery ticket have in common? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Simply scratch the box to win.&lt;br /&gt;
61. Q: Why did the blonde tattoo her zip code on her stomach? &lt;br /&gt;
A: So her male would get delivered to the right box.&lt;br /&gt;
62. It's important to realise that Blondes can't go water-skiing - when their crotch gets wet they think they gotta lay down...&lt;br /&gt;
63. It's even more important to realise the big difference between blondes and bitches - a blonde will screw anyone, whilst a bitch will screw anyone but you...&lt;br /&gt;
64. It's worth remembering why blondes can't count to 70 - it's cos 69 is already a bit of a mouthful...&lt;br /&gt;
65. Q: Did you hear about the blonde with a PHd in Psychology? &lt;br /&gt;
A: She'll blow your mind, too.&lt;br /&gt;
66. Q: What's the difference between a blonde and a limo? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Well, not everybody's went to town in a limo!&lt;br /&gt;
67. Q: Have you heard about the blonde virgin? &lt;br /&gt;
A: She hangs out with the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;
68. Q: What does a screen door and a blonde have in common? &lt;br /&gt;
A: The more you bang it, the looser it gets.&lt;br /&gt;
69. Q: Did you hear about the blonde who had 2 chances to get pregnant? &lt;br /&gt;
A: She blew it both times.&lt;br /&gt;
70. Q: What did the blondes left leg say to her right? &lt;br /&gt;
A: As if they've ever met!&lt;br /&gt;
71. Q: What do you call a blonde with ESP and PMS? &lt;br /&gt;
A: A know-it-all bitch.&lt;br /&gt;
72. Q: What do blonde's do after they comb their hair? &lt;br /&gt;
A: They pull up their pants.&lt;br /&gt;
73. Q: What do blonde's do with their Assholes in the morning? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Pack their lunch and send them to work.&lt;br /&gt;
74. Q: What's the link between a blonde and a halogen headlamp? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Both get screwed on the front of a Ford Fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Q: What nickname is most used by blonde's in order to boost their popularity? &lt;br /&gt;
A: B.J.&lt;br /&gt;
77. Q: What is blonde, brunette, blond, brunette ...? &lt;br /&gt;
A: A blonde doing cartwheels.&lt;br /&gt;
78. Q: How do you know when a blonde's been in your refridgerator? &lt;br /&gt;
A: There's lipstick on your cucumbers/courgette/zuchini.&lt;br /&gt;
79. Q: What's a 68 to a blonde? &lt;br /&gt;
A: It's where she goes down on you and you owe her one.&lt;br /&gt;
80. Q: What's the white stuff you find in a blonde's panties? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Clitty litter.&lt;br /&gt;
81. Q: Why is it that Blonde's always get confused in the Ladies rest room? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Well, it's cost they gotta pull their own pants down...&lt;br /&gt;
82. Q: Why don't blondes in San Francisco wear short black mini skirts? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Because their balls would show.&lt;br /&gt;
83. Q: What do you call a blonde with an I.Q of 100? &lt;br /&gt;
A: A foursome.&lt;br /&gt;
85. Q: How can you tell if a blonde works in an office? &lt;br /&gt;
A: There's a fold-up bed in the Stock room and permanent smiles on the Bosses' faces.&lt;br /&gt;
86. Q: What is a bellybutton for? &lt;br /&gt;
A: It gives a blonde a place to park her gum on the way down.&lt;br /&gt;
89. Q: Why was the blonde disappointed with her trip to England? &lt;br /&gt;
A: She found out Big Ben is only a clock.&lt;br /&gt;
90. Q: Why did the blonde guy put ice in his condom? &lt;br /&gt;
A: To keep the swelling down.&lt;br /&gt;
91. Q: Why did the blonde get fired from the sperm bank? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Her employer found that she was embezzling.&lt;br /&gt;
92. Q: What's the difference between a blonde and your job? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Your job still sucks after 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;
94. Q: What do you call a blonde with pigtails? &lt;br /&gt;
A: A blow job with handlebars.&lt;br /&gt;
95. Q: What did the blonde say during a xxx flick? &lt;br /&gt;
A: "Hey fellas, Look! There I am!"&lt;br /&gt;
96. Q: How does a blond prepare for safe sex? &lt;br /&gt;
A: She puts on rubber based lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;
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98. Q: What does XXX stand for? &lt;br /&gt;
A: Blondes co-signing a note.&lt;br /&gt;
99. Q: Why did the blonde go half way to Finland, turn around and come back home? &lt;br /&gt;
A: It took her that long to discover that a 14 inch Viking was a tv set.&lt;br /&gt;
100. Q: What's the difference between a Blonde and a bowling ball? &lt;br /&gt;
A: You can only get three of your fingers inside a bowling ball.&lt;br /&gt;
101. Q: What do blondes eat to increase their breast size? &lt;br /&gt;
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