Not your typical Blonde Joke. . . "THE BLONDE AND THE COW" A blonde city girl named Amy marries a Colorado rancher. One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the rancher says to Amy, 'The insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows today, so I drove a nail into the 2 by 4 just above where the cow's stall is in the barn. Please show him where the cow is when he gets here, OK?' The rancher leaves for the fields. After a while, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door. Amy takes him down to the barn. They walk along the row of cows and when Amy sees the nail, she tells him, 'This is the one right here.' The man, assuming he is dealing with an air head blonde, asks, 'Tell me lady, 'cause I'm dying to know; how would YOU know that this is the right cow to be bred?' 'That's simple," she said. "By the nail that's over its stall,' she explains very confidently. Laughing rudely at her, the man says, 'And what, pray tell, is the nail for?' The blonde turns to walk away and says sweetly over her shoulder, 'I guess it's to hang your pants on.'
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Acorn dude 1: How did you get to sign up so many voters? Acorn dude 2: I got a Degree In Afro Engineering.
Bad Alpha Male Doctor: Iâm sorry to have to tell you that you have a bad case of rabies, and it's often fatal. Patient: Well, doctor, I see... Please give me pencil and paper. Doctor: To make your will? Patient: No, to make a list of people I want to bite!
A man was driving down a quiet country lane when out into the road strayed a rooster: Whack! The rooster disappeared under the car in a cloud of feathers. Shaken, the man pulled over at the farmhouse and rang the doorbell. A farmer appeared. The man somewhat nervously said: "I think I killed your rooster, please allow me to replace him." "Suit yourself," the farmer replied, "the hens are round the back."