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Blonde Joke

Fiat1

Senior member
THE BLONDE JOKE TO END ALL BLONDE JOKES

A blonde calls her boyfriend and says, "Please come over here and
help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can't figure out how to get
it started."

Her boyfriend asks, "What is it supposed to be when it is finished?"
The blonde says, "According to the picture on the box, it's a tiger."
Her boyfriend decides to go over and help with the puzzle. She lets him
in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table.

He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her
and says, "First of all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able
to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a tiger."

He takes her hand and says, "Second, I want you to relax. Let's have a
nice cup of tea, and then....." He sighed ..................
".........Let's put all the Frosted Flakes back in the box!"
 
-infinity/100

it isn't even funny because frosted flakes could never even remotely resemble puzzle pieces to a tiger on a blue background.

/harsh
 
Originally posted by: purbeast0
-infinity/100

it isn't even funny because frosted flakes could never even remotely resemble puzzle pieces to a tiger on a blue background.

/harsh

She was BLONDE.....
 
Originally posted by: purbeast0
-infinity/100

it isn't even funny because frosted flakes could never even remotely resemble puzzle pieces to a tiger on a blue background.

/harsh

proof purbeast hasn't met a real blonde...unless their name was Sven.

/end thread.
 
A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many books on the subject
and finally getting all the necessary tools together, she headed for the ice.

After positioning her comfy footstool, she started to make a circular cutin
the ice. Suddenly, from the sky, a voice boomed,
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."

Startled, the blonde moved further down the ice, poured a thermos of
cappuccino, and began to cut yet another hole. Again from the heaven the
voice bellowed,
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."

The blonde, now worried, moved away, clear down to the opposite end of the
ice. She set up her stool once more and tried again to cut her hole.

The voice came once more,
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."

She stopped, looked skyward, and said,
"IS THAT YOU LORD?"

The voice replied,
"NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE HOCKEY RINK."
 
How do you drown a blonde?

You put a scratch and sniff sticker at the bottom of the pool!




And Purbeast....you need to lighten up man. It's a blond joke, don't be so anal.
 
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