Blonde and Deodorant
Posted on May 17, 2007 - Filed Under Funny Blonde Jokes, Funny Jokes | 1 Comment
A blonde walks into a drugstore and asks the pharmacist for some bottom deodorant. The pharmacist, a little bemused, explains to the woman that they don’t sell anything called bottom deodorant, and never have. Unfazed, the blonde assures him that she has been buying the stuff from this store on a regular basis, and would like some more. “I’m sorry,” says the pharmacist, “we don’t have any.”
“But I always get it here,” says the blonde.
“Do you have the container it comes in?”
“Yes!” says the blonde, “I will go and get it.”
She returns with the container and hands it to the pharmacist, who looks at it and says to her, “This is just a normal stick of underarm deodorant.”
The annoyed blonde snatches the container back and reads out loud from the container: “To apply, push up bottom.”
Broken Bones
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A blonde walks into a doctor’s office and tells the doctor she’s broken every single bone in her body. “That’s impossible!” says the doctor.
The blonde says, “No, it’s really true. Look!” She then touches her leg with her index finger and screams “Ouch!” Then she touches her arm and yells “Eeeeoooow!” Finally she touches her ribs and can barely maintain her composure as the tears start to roll down her face. She says, “See, I told you I broke every bone in my body.”
The doctor rubs his chin, then conducts a thorough examination. “Well, miss,” he tells her, “I’ve got some good news and some bad news. The good news is, you haven’t broken every bone in your body. The bad news is, you’ve broken your finger.”
Mature Blonde
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A girl came skipping home from school one day. “Mummy, Mummy,” she yelled. “We were counting today, and all the other kids could only count to four, but I counted to 10. See? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,10!” “Very good,” said her mother. “Is it because I’m blonde, Mummy?” “Yes, it’s because you’re blonde,” her mother replied.
The next day, the girl came skipping home from school. “Mummy, Mummy,” she yelled, “we were saying the alphabet today, and all the other kids could only say it to D, but I said it to G. See? A, B, C, D, E, F, G!” “Very good,” said her mother. “Is it because I’m blonde, Mummy?” Yes, pumpkin, it’s because you’re blonde.”
The next day the girl came skipping home from school. “Mummy, Mummy,” she yelled, “we were in gym class today, and when we showered, all the other girls had flat chests, but I have these!” And she lifted her tank top to reveal a pair of 36Cs. “Very good,” said her embarrassed mother. “Is it because I’m blonde, Mummy?” “No… it’s because you’re 25.”
