blonde joke

[it-is-me]

The Plane Is On Its Way To Houston When A Blonde In Economy Class
Gets Up And Moves To The First Class Section And Sits Down.

The Flight Attendant Watches Her Do This And Asks To See Her Ticket.

>she Then Tells The Blonde That She Paid Foreconomy Class And That She
Will Have To Sit In The Back.

The Blonde Replies, "i'm Blond, I'm Beautiful, I'm Going To Houston And I'm Staying Right Here."

The Flight Attendant Goes Into The Cockpit And Tells The Pilot And The
Co-pilot That There Is A Blonde Sitting In First Class That Belongs In
Economy And Won't Move Back To Her Seat.

The Co-pilot Goes Back To The Blonde And Tries To Explain That Because
She Only Paid For Economy She Will Have To Leave And Return To Her
Seat.

The Blonde Replies, "i'm Blonde, I'm Beautiful, I'm Going To Houston
And I Ain't Budging"

The Co-pilot Tells The Pilot That He Probably Should Have The Police
Waiting When They Land To Arrest This Blonde Woman Who Won't Listen To
Reason.

The Pilot Says, "you Say She Is A Blonde?
I'll Handle This. I'm Married To A Blonde. I Speak Blonde."

He Goes Back To The Blonde And Whispers In Her Ear, And She Says, "oh,
I'm Sorry." And Gets Up And Goes Back To Her Allotted Seat In Economy.

The Flight Attendant And Co-pilot Are Amazed And Asked Him What He Said To Make Her Move Without Any Fuss.

I Told Her, "first Class Isn't Going To Houston".

[Esteve]

very good

[Esteve]

Blonde Mary was a none-too-bright young woman who had moved to Hollywood with dreams of becoming a star. She didn't find fame or glory, but she did encounter plenty of men willing to enjoy her plentiful charms and soon she found herself called to testify in a divorce case.

When it was her turn on the stand, the lawyer came forward. "The wife of the defendant has identified you as the 'other woman' in her husband's life. Now, do you admit that you went to the Pricerite Motel with this Mr. Evans?"

"Well, yes," acknowledged Mary with a sniff, "but I couldn't help it."

"Couldn't help it?" asked the lawyer derisively. "How's that?"

"Mr. Evans deceived me."

"Exactly what do you mean?"

"See, when we signed in," she explained, "He told the motel clerk I was his wife."