Q1: How can you tell if a blonde’s been using the computer?A: There’s white-out on the screen.Q2: How can you tell if another blonde’s been using the computer?A: There’s writing on the white-out.Q: How can you tell if a blonde writes mysteries?A: She has a checkbook.Q: How can you tell when a FAX had been sent to a blonde?A: There is a stamp on it.Q: How can you tell when a blonde is dating?A: By the buckle print on her forehead.Q: How can you tell who is a blonde’s boyfriend?A: He’s the one with the belt buckle the matches the impression in her forehead!Q: How can you tell which blonde is the waitress?A: She is the one with the tampon behind her ear, wondering what she did with her pencil.Q: What did the blonde customer say to the buxom waitress (reading her nametag) ?A: „‚Debbie’…that’s cute. What did you name the other one ?“Q: How can you tell if a blonde has been in your refrigerator?A: By the lipstick on your cucumbers.Q: What’s the difference between a blonde and a computer?A: You only have to punch information into a computer once.Q: What do a blonde and your computer have in common?A: You don’t know how much either of them mean to you until they go down on you.Q: What did the blonde think of the new computer?A: She didn’t like it ‚cos she couldn’t get channel 9….Q: Why do blondes wear shoulder pads?A: (With a rocking of the head from side to side) I dunno!Q: Why do all blondes all have a dimple on their chin and a flat forehead?A: Finger on chin-I don’t know. Hits forehead-Oh I get it!Q: How do you kill a blonde?A: Put spikes in their shoulder pads.Q: How do blondes pierce their ears?A: They put tacks in their shoulder pads.Q: Why don’t blondes make Jello?A: They can’t figure out how to get two cups of water into those little boxes.Q: What do you call a blonde with a dollar on the top of their head?A: All you can eat, under a buck.Q: Why don’t blondes eat pickles?A: Because they can’t get their head in the jar.Q: Why don’t blondes eat bananas?A: They can’t find the zipper.Q: A blonde ordered a pizza and the clerk asked if he should cut it in six or twelve pieces.A: „Six, please. I could never eat twelve pieces.“
