Jokes - bimbo
Jokes - bimbo
The other night I was invited out for a night with the girls.'
I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, 'I promise!'
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily.
Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.

Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another
9 times.

I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him.

(Even when totally smashed... 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals = 12 cuckoos MIDNIGHT!)

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him 'MIDNIGHT'... he didn't seem pissed off in the least.

Whew, I got away with that one! Then he said 'We need a new cuckoo clock.'

When I asked him why, he said, 'Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said 'oh shit.' Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then
tripped over the coffee table and farted.
Girl and the cuckoo clock
New stuff always welcome
One day while on patrol a police officer pulled over a car for speeding. He went up to the car and asked the driver to roll down her window. The first thing he noticed, besides the nice red sports car was how hot the driver was! Drop dead blonde, the works. "I've pulled you over for speeding ma'me.....could I see your drivers license...? "...Whats a license...???" replied the blonde instantly, giving away the fact that she was as a stump. Its usually in your wallet... replied the officer. After fumbling for a few minutes the driver managed to find it. Now may I see your registration...? Asked the cop. Registration....whats that...? asked the blonde. Its usually in your glove compartment, said the cop impatiently. After some more fumbling she found the registration. I'll be back in a minute.. the cop said and walked back to his car. The officer phoned into the dispatch to run a check on the womans license and registration. After a few moments the dispatcher came back. Ummm is this woman driving a red sports car? Yes....Replied the officer. Is she a drop dead gorgeous blonde? asked the dispatcher. Uh...Yes replied the cop. Here's what you do.....said the dispatcher. Give her stuff back and drop your pants. WHAT!!!? I cant do that. It's... inappropriate... exclaimed the cop. Trust me... just do it..said the dispatcher. So the cop goes back to the car gives back the license and registration and drops his pants, just as the dispatcher said. The blonde looks down and sighs..... Ohh no......not ANOTHER breathalyzer....
Blonde caught speeding
Blonde traffic cop
A blonde is pulled over by the cops driving her sports car. The blonde female traffic cop demands to see the sports car blondes licence. The dippy driver is rummaging through her bag trying to find her licence. "It's the one with your face on it sweety" the blonde traffic cop says helpfully. The blonde driver immediately hands over her compact mirror. The blonde cop raises her eyes to heaven as she looks at the mirror and says "If I'd known you were a cop too, I wouldn't have pulled you over."
A blonde is terribly overweight, so her doctor puts her on a diet. "I want you to eat regularly for two days, then skip a day, and repeat this procedure for two weeks. The next time I see you, you'll have lost at least five pounds." When the blonde returns, she's lost nearly 20 pounds. "Why, that's amazing!" the doctor says. "Did you follow my instructions?" The blonde nods, "I'll tell you, though, I thought I was going to drop dead that third day." "From hunger, you mean?" said the doctor.
"No, from skipping," replied the blonde.
Blonde diet
Blonde eye test
The blonde went to an eye doctor to have her eyes checked for glasses. The doctor directed her to read various letters with the left eye while covering the right eye. The blonde was so mixed up on which eye was which that the eye doctor in disgust took a paper sack with a hole to see through, and put it on her head to cover up the appropriate eye and asked her to read the letters. As he did so, he noticed the blonde had tears streaming down her face. "Look," said the doctor, "there's no need to get upset about getting glasses." "I know," agreed the blonde, "But I kind of had my heart set on wire frames."
Sally, the blonde, runs crying into the office. "What's wrong?" gasps her best friend Carol. "It's my boyfriend..." gushes Sally. "He was working on the engine under the hood of his car when the lid came down and cut off a finger!" "My god!" shrieks Carol. "Did it amputate his WHOLE finger!?" "No thank goodness," sniffs Sally. "But it was the one just next to it!"
Blonde amputation
Blonde jigsaw
One morning a blonde called her boyfriend and said "Please come over and help me. I have this awesome jigsaw puzzle, and I can't figure out how to start it." Her boyfriend asked "What is it a puzzle of?" The blonde said "From the picture on the box, it's a tiger." The blonde's boyfriend figures that he's pretty good at puzzles, so he heads over to her place. She lets him in the door and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table. He studies the pieces for a moment, then he studies the box. He then turns to her and says: "First, no matter what I do, I'm not going to be able to show you how to assemble these pieces to look like the picture of that tiger. Second, I'd advise you to relax, have a cup of coffee, and put all these Frosties back in the box.
A blonde went into a worldwide message center to send a message to her mother overseas. When the man told her it would cost $300, she exclaimed, "But I don't have any money, and I'd do ANYTHING to get a message to my mother." The man arched an eyebrow (as we would expect). "Anything?" he asked. "Yes, yes, anything!" the blonde promised. "Well, then, just follow me," said the man, as he walked towards the next room. The blonde did as she was told and followed the man. "Come in and close the door", the man said. She did. He then said, "Now get on your knees." She did. "Now take down my zipper." She did. "Now go ahead ... take it out ..." he said. She reached in and grabbed it with both hands ... then paused. The man closed his eyes and whispered, "Well .... go ahead." The blonde slowly brought her mouth closer to it. While holding it close to her lips, she tentatively said, "Hello, mom can you hear me?"
Blonde phoming home
Blonde on plane
A blonde gets on an airplane and sits down in the first class section. The stewardess tells her she must move to coach because she doesn't have a first class ticket. The blonde replies, "I'm blonde, I'm smart, I have a good job and I'm staying in first class until we reach Jamaica." The stewardess gets the head stewardess who asks the woman to leave and she says "I'm blonde, I'm smart, I have a good job and I'm staying in first class until we reach Jamaica."
The stewardesses didn't know what to do because they had to get the rest of the passengers seated to take off, so they got the co-pilot.
The co-pilot goes up to the blonde and whispers in her ear. She immediately gets up and goes to her seat in the coach section. The head stewardess asks the co-pilot what he said to her to get her to move. The co-pilot replies, "I told her that the front half of the airplane wasn't going to Jamaica."
A blonde, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighbourhood. She went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do. "Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?" The blonde said, "How about 50 dollars?" The man agreed and told her that the paint and ladders that she might need were in the garage. The man's wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband, "Does she realize that the porch goes all the way around the house?" The man replied, "She should. She was standing on the porch." A short time later, the blonde came to the door to collect her money. "You're finished already?" he asked. "Yes," the blonde answered, "and I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats." Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50. "And by the way," the blonde added, "That's not a Porsche, it's a Ferrari."
Blonde painter
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