Blondes in Winter

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This past week certainly brought many a strong dose of winter weather.  So, I thought it was time to thaw out a few blonde jokes. 

A Blonde Driver
As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches up. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door. The trucker lowers the window, and she says, “Hi, my name is Heather and you are losing some of your load.” The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street.

When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again. She jumps out of her car, runs up and knocks on the door. Again, the trucker lowers the window. As if they’ve never spoken, the blonde says brightly, “Hi my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!” Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street.

At the third red light, the same thing happens again. All out of breath, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up, and knocks on the truck door. The trucker lowers the window. Again she says, “Hi, my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!

When the light turns green the trucker revs up and races to the next light.

When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets out of the truck, and runs back to the blonde. He knocks on her window, and as she lowers it, he says,
“Hi, my name is Kevin.” “It’s winter here in Ohio and I’m driving the SALT TRUCK!”

Another Blonde Driver
It was snowing heavily and blowing to the point that visibility was almost zero when the blonde lady got off work.  She made her way across the parking lot to her car and wondered how she was going to make it home. She sat in her car while it warmed up and thought about her situation. She finally remembered her daddy’s advice that if she got caught in a blizzard she should wait for a snow plow to come by and follow it. That way she would not get stuck in the snow drift. This made her feel much better and sure enough in a little while a snow plow went by and she started to follow it.

As she followed the snow plow she was feeling very smug as they continued and she was not having any problem with the blizzard conditions. After quite some time had passed she was somewhat surprised when the snow plow stopped, the driver got out, came back to her car and signaled for her to roll down her window. The snowplow driver wanted to know if she was all right, since she had been following him for a long time.

She said she was fine and told him her daddy’s advice to follow a snow plow when caught in a blizzard. The driver replied that it was fine with him and she could continue if she wanted, but he was done with the parking lot and was going over to Wal-mart to plow their lot next.

Norman and His Blonde Wife

One winter morning a couple was listening to the radio over breakfast.

They hear the announcer say, “We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the even numbered side of the street, so the snowplows can get through.” Norman’s wife goes out and moves her car.

A week later while they are eating breakfast – again, the radio announcer says, “We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today. You must park your -car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so the snowplows can get through.” Norman’s wife goes out-and moves her car again.

The next week they are again having breakfast, when the radio Announcer says “We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today. You must park…” Then the power goes out.

Norman’s wife is very upset and with a worried look on her face she says, “Honey, I don’t know what to do. Which side of the street do I park on so the snowplows can get through?”

With the love and understanding in his voice that all men who are married to Blondes exhibit, Norman says… “Why don’t you just leave it in the garage this time ..”

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