Happy Friday

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Happy Friday!  We are driving to visit Graydon, brother-in-law to be who is really sick in the hospital.  Check out past post for more info...I'm too tired to write about it right now.

Wanna know something about me?  I love blonde jokes! (especially corny ones)
Q .. How do you sink a submarine full of blondes?
A .. Knock on the door.

Q .. Why does a blonde only change her baby's diapers every month?
A .. The instructions stated, "good for up to 20 pounds".

Q .. What stops then goes then stops then goes?
A .. A blonde at a blinking red light.

Q .. What's five miles long and has an IQ of forty?
A .. A blonde parade.

Q .. What is the blonde's highest ambition in life?
A .. They want to be like Vanna White and learn the alphabet.

Q .. What are the six worst years in a blonde's life.
A .. Third grade.

Q .. What do UFO's and smart blondes have in common?
A .. You keep hearing about them, but never see any.

Q .. How to you keep a blonde busy all day?
A .. Put her in a round room and tell her to sit in the corner.

Q .. What do you do when a blonde throws a pin at you?
A .. Run! She's got a hand grenade in her mouth.


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First Time Cussers

A 6-year-old and a 4-year-old are upstairs in their bedroom. "You know what?" says the 6-year-old. "I think it's about time we start cussing." The 4-year-old nods his head in approval. The 6-year-old continues. "When we go downstairs for breakfast I'm going to say hell and you say ass."


"OK!" The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.


Their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6-year-old what he wants for breakfast. "Aw hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios."


WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear every step. The mom locks him in his room and shouts "You can just stay there till I let you out!"


She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4-year-old, and asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast young man?


"I don't know," he blubbers, "But you can bet your ass it won't be Cheerios!"