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~Bus Ride~

Two bowling teams, one of all Blondes and one of all Brunettes, charter a double-Decker bus for a weekend bowling tournament in Atlantic City.
The Brunette team rides on the bottom of the bus. The Blonde team rides on the top level.
The Brunette team down below is whooping it up having a great time, when one of them realizes she doesn't hear anything from the Blondes upstairs. She decides to get up and investigate.

When the Brunette reaches the top, she finds all the Blondes frozen in fear, staring straight ahead at the road, and clutching the seats in front of them with white knuckles. The brunette asks, "What the heck's going on up here? We're having a great time downstairs!"
One of the Blondes looks up at her, swallows hard and says,

"YEAH, BUT YOU'VE GOT A DRIVER!"

Comments

  1. Thanks for the laugh Mary! And don't forget ...I'm a blonde; lol.

    Blessings and love,
    Debbie

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  2. I love it.....good laugh on this Friday morning...

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  3. I LOVED it. :)

    Thank you for a chuckle to start the day off.

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  4. Love those blonde jokes. Have a good day. PS I am blonde.

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  5. You never fail to make us laugh sister Mary! LOL...Have a great weekend ahead...

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  6. Another funny blonde joke...

    Thanks for sharing this, Mary.

    Oh, and I read the story of your dragonfly pin as well. A delightful story!

    Blessings...

    Love
    Lidia

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  7. Very funny!!!
    Blessings from a blonde.
    Bren

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  8. OK, being a brunette, I really guffawed at this one (apologies to all the blondies in the crowd!)

    Thanks for my Sunday smile.

    GOD BLESS!

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  9. Hey Mary! This is too funny! I've been MIA for too long and wanted to get my bloggin' grove on and stop by for a visit. I pray that you and yours are doing well. So sorry we never got together. The last half of 2011 was a mess (posted about it today) and we have moved to Phoenix. But, one of these days, I hope to drive up the mountain and meet you, or if you are ever in PHX I love to meet. I read that you attended the Joyce Meyer conf. I was unable to go - bummer!

    Keep the smiles coming!

    HE IS FAITHFUL!

    Jackie

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