An old blind cowboy walks into a bar

An old blind cowboy accidentally
wanders into an all-girl biker bar,
finds his way to a barstool, and
orders a Jack Daniels.

After sitting there for a while, he yells at the
bartender, “Hey, do you want to hear a blonde
joke?

The bar immediately falls absolutely silent. In
a very deep, husky voice, the woman next to
the old blind cowboy says, “Before you tell
that joke, Cowboy, I think it is only fair, given
that you are blind, that you should know five
important things.

1. The bartender is a blonde girl holding a
baseball bat.

2. The bouncer is a blonde girl with a billy
club.

3.1 am a 6-foot-tall, 175-pound blonde with a
black belt in karate.

4. The woman next to me is blonde and a
professional weightlifter.

5. The lady to your right is blonde and a
professional wrestler.

Now, think about it seriously, Cowboy. Do you
still wanna tell that blond joke?”

The blind cowboy thinks for a second, shakes
his head, and mutters, “Well hell no, not if I’m
gonna have to explain it five times.”

LoL!

Hope this joke will make you smile! Have
a nice day!!

Ice Fishing Blonde

A blonde who was given a fishing rod for herbirthday decided to go ice fishing to make gooduse of her gift.

Early the next morning, she got all of her gear together andheaded out to the ice.

When she reached her final destination, she cut a large hole inthe ice and dipped the rod in.

Then suddenly she heard a voice saying, “There are no fish inthere”.

So she moved to another spot and cuts another hole, but thenthe same voice spoke again and told her that there were nofish in there.

So she moves again and the voice tells her that there are nofish in there.

So she looks up and sees an irritated man staring down at her.“How do you know there are no fish there?” asks the blonde.So the man cooly says “Well, first of all, this is a hockey rink,and second of all, you’re going to have to pay for those holes.”LoL

Hope this joke will make you smile! Have a nice day!!

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