Alright, these are all off the top of my head, but I think I got most of em' from emails and such so you may have already heard some of them..
What do you call ten blondes lined up ear to ear? - A wind tunnel.
How do you sink a submarine full of blondes? - knock on the hatch.
What do you do if a blonde throws a pin at you? - duck, she has a grenade in her mouth.
After hitting the local bank, a gang of three women are trying desperatley to make their escape. Unfortunatley, their car swerved off of the road and ran into a barn. With nowhere else to go, the three ran into the barn and proceeded to conceal themselves in several empty sacks. Moments after they hid, the police made their entry and began to search the barn for the three suspects. Seeing several sacks on the ground, an officer began kicking them to figure out what their contents may be. Upon kicking the first sack, which contained a redheaded woman, he was greeted with several barks and whines. "Ahh, just a couple of puppies!" the officer said to himself as he continued the search. As he kicked the second sack, in which the brunette had hid, several meows arose and instantly made the officer regret the decision to kick the sack. "Ahh, just some kittens!" he said to himself. He turned slowly to the third sack and gave it a light kick, fearful of hurting any more innocent creatures. He was startled as a voice giggled from within, "Potatoes Potatoes!"
After being invited by their Canadian friend, (a self proclaimed master tracker), two Americans made their way with him into the woods and began their week of hunting. After several days of no luck, the Canadian suggested that for the next three days, each should go out on his own in turn, while the others waited at camp. Wishing to save the best of the game for last, the Canadian proclaimed that he would go last. Whoever brought back the best game was to recieve a six pack of beer from each of the other friends. At dawn the next day, the first of the Americans made his way slowly into the woods, and returned several hours later carrying a masssive buck accross his shoulders. "Wow! How did you get that?" asked his American friend. "Well," began the hunter, in the deepest, craftiest tone he could summon, "First, I saw the tracks. Then I smelt the tracks.. and then.... Boom! Shot me a Buck!" The Canadian assured the two Americans that once his turn came around, he would surely outdo the kill, but first it was the turn of the other American. Around noon the next day, his comrades were shocked to see him returning, dragging an adult grizzly bear through the trees back to camp. "How on earth did you get that!?" asked his American friend. "Well, " began the hunter, struggling to outdo the performance of his counterpart of the day before, "first, I saw the tracks, and then.. I smelt the tracks. And then....... Boom! shot me a Grizzly bear!" His friend lauded the kill, and once again, the Canadian assured the two that come morning, he would bring back the best game that was to be found in the woods. Morning came, and the Canadian departed the camp with his old rifle and hunting gear. Hours and hours dragged on, each one increasing the anticipation which with the Americans held for the return of their friend. Finally, the Canadian appeared, dragging himself on his belly. He was beaten and bruised with cuts all over. In reply to the questions of his friends, the Canadian adopted the same crafty smile and rough accent of his counterparts. "First.. I saw the tracks. Then...... I smelt the tracks. And then....... Boom! hit by a gidamn train!"
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