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'Why sure,' said the manager, 'we have something that works especially well for that.'
A couple minutes later, the manager walked outside to see how the blonde was doing and he heard another voice. 'No, no! A little to the left,' said the other blonde inside the car.
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The redhead went first. 'I hate it here. It is too hot and boring. I want to go home!'
"Okay,' replied the genie. And off she went.
Then the brunette went. 'I miss my family, my friends and relatives. I want to go home, too!!'
And off she went.
The blonde started crying and said, 'I wish my friends were back here!'
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"Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied.
She hurried home and dyed her hair, then came back and again told the salesman, "I would like to buy this TV."
"Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied.
"Darn, he recognized me," she thought.
She went for a complete disguise this time; haircut and new color, new outfit, big sunglasses, then waited a few days before she again approached the salesman. "I would like to buy this TV."
"Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied.
Frustrated, she exclaimed, "How do you know I'm a blonde?"
"Because that's a microwave," he replied.
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