The blonde joke to end

A blonde woman was speeding down the road in her little red sports car and was pulled over by a woman police officer, who was also a blonde.

The blonde cop asked to see the blonde driver’s license. She dug through her purse and was getting progressively more agitated.

‘What does it look like?’ she finally asked. The policewoman replied, ‘It’s square and it has your picture on It. ‘has your picture on It. “

The driver finally found a square mirror in her purse, looked at it and handed it to the policewoman.

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