Can't help myself … I love 'em:
During a recent password security audit, it was found that a blonde was using the following password:
MickeyMinniePlutoHueyLouieDeweyDonaldGoofyBatonRouge
When asked why such a long password, she said she was told that it had to be at least 8 characters long and include at least one capital.
Aside: It's interesting sitting here, watching the wind foam up little waves on the water. Unfortunately, I'm looking out into the back yard not toward the bay. Can I have my drought back?
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Can you have your drought back? NO.
Love them blonde jokes too. Here's one: One blonde was riding in her convertible in the heartland of the country, past some wheat fields. She spotted another blonde in the middle of a wheat field in a rowboat, rowing furiously and, of course, getting nowhere. She sighed deeply and pulled over. She got out and yelled at the blonde in the field "What the hell do you think you're doing?" The other blond said, "I'm trying to get out of this field!". The first blonde said "You're so stupid, you're giving us blondes a bad name. If I knew how to swim, I'd come out there and kick your ass!"
Hee hee, always loved that one...
I am so glad that my hair is dark. But wait, I married a blonde, and gave birth to a blonde (who in turn gave us a blond grandchild), so now who's the dummy? Yeah, I'll take my blonde sweeties, any way I can.
Well, I like blonde guys jokes.
A drunken blind man walks into a bar and after conversing with the locals finally yells, "Hey, do you want to hear a really funny blonde joke?"
The gentleman beside him says to him in a hushed voice, "You might not want to tell that joke since everyone here IS blonde including that 250 pound wrestler on the other side of you and the 225 pound black belt bouncer who's staring at you nastily. Are you sure you still want to tell that joke?"
"Nah," says the blind guy, "not if I'm going to have to explain it twice
God Loves Blondes
A blonde finds herself in serious trouble. Her business has gone bust and she's in dire financial straits. She's so desperate that she decides to ask God for help.
She begins to pray ... 'God, please help me. I've lost my business and if I don't get some money, I'm going to lose my house as well. Please let me win the lottery .'
Lottery night comes, and somebody else wins.
She again prays ... 'God, please let me win the lottery! I've lost my business, my house and I'm going to lose my car as well.'
Lottery night comes and she still has no luck.
Once again, she prays ... 'My God, why have you forsaken me? I've lost my business, my house and my car. My children are starving. I don't often ask You for help, and I've always been a good servant to you. PLEASE let me win the lottery just this one time so I can get my life back in order.'
Suddenly there is a blinding flash of light as the heavens open. The blonde is overwhelmed by the Voice of God, Himself ...
'Sweetheart, work with Me on this ... Buy a ticket.'
A blonde had a business?
UnrulyGurl--
Good one!
Sugar Magnolia--
Ouch!
Q: What do you call three blondes in a row?
A: A wind tunnel.
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