Blonde Convention
80,000 blondes meet in the
Kansas City Chiefs Stadium for a "Blondes Are Not Stupid" Convention. The leader says, "We are all here today
to prove to the world that blondes are not stupid. Can I have a volunteer?" A blonde gingerly works her way through the
crowd and steps up to the stage. The leader asks her, "What is 15 plus 15?" After 15 or 20 seconds she says, "Eighteen!"
Obviously everyone is a little disappointed. Then 80,000 blondes start cheering, "Give her another chance!
Give her another chance!" The leader says, "Well since we've gone to the trouble of getting 80,000 of you in one
place and we have the world-wide press and global broadcast media here, gee, uh, I guess we can give her another chance."
So he asks, "What is 5 plus 5?"
After nearly 30 seconds she eventually says, "Ninety?"
The leader is quite perplexed, looks down and just lets out a dejected sigh -- everyone is disheartened, the blonde
starts crying and the 80,000 girls begin to yell and wave their hands shouting, "GIVE HER ANOTHER CHANCE! GIVE HER ANOTHER
CHANCE!"
The leader, unsure whether or not he is doing more harm than damage, eventually says, "Ok!
Ok! Just one more chance -- What is 2 plus 2?"
The girl closes her eyes, and after a whole minute eventually
says, "Four?"
Throughout the stadium pandemonium breaks out as all 80,000 girls jump to their feet,
wave their arms, stomp their feet and scream...
"GIVE HER ANOTHER CHANCE! GIVE HER ANOTHER CHANCE!"
Republican or Democrat?
A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered her
altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would
meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am." The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, "You're in a
hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above a ground elevation of 2346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97
minutes north latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude.
She rolled her eyes and said, "You
must be a Republican." "I am,"replied the man. "How did you know?" "Well," answered the
balloonist, everything you told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to do with your information, and I'm still
lost. Frankly, you've not been much help to me."
The man smiled and responded, "You must be a Democrat."
"I am,"replied the balloonist. "How did you know?" "Well," said the man, "you don't know
where you are or where you're going. You've risen to where you are, due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise
that you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. You're in exactly the same position you were in
before we met but, somehow, now it's my fault."
A sailor meets a pirate in a bar, and they take turns recounting their
adventures at sea. Noting the pirate's peg-leg, hook, and eye patch, the sailor asks, "So, how did you end up with the
peg-leg?"
The pirate replies "We was caught in a monster storm off the cape and a giant wave swept me
overboard. Just as they were pullin' me out, a school of sharks appeared and one of 'em bit me leg off".
"Blimey!"
said the sailor. "What about the hook?"
"Ahhhh...", mused the pirate, "We were boardin'
a trader ship, pistols blastin' and swords swingin' this way and that. In the fracas me hand got chopped off."
"Zounds!" remarked the sailor. "And how came ye by the eye patch?"
"A seagull droppin'
fell into me eye", answered the pirate.
"You lost your eye to a seagull dropping?" the sailor asked
incredulously.
"Well..." said the pirate, "..it was me first day with the hook."