Twist on Blonde Joke

A blond city girl named Amy married a Colorado rancher. One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the rancher said to Amy, "The insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows today, so I drove a nail into the 2 by 4 just above the cow's stall in the barn.. Please show him where the cow is when he gets here."




The rancher left for the fields. After a while, the artificial insemination man arrived and knocked on the front door.



Amy took him down to the barn. They walked along the row of cows, and when Amy saw the nail, she told him, "This is the one right here."



The man, assuming he is dealing with an airhead blond, asked, "Tell me lady, 'cause I'm dying to know. �How would YOU know that this is the right cow to be bred?"


"That's simple -- by the nail that's over its stall," she explained very confidently.

Laughing rudely at her, the man said, "And what, pray tell, is the nail for?"


The blond turned to walk away and said sweetly over her shoulder, "I guess it's to hang your pants on!"

(It's nice to see a blond winning once in awhile.)

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I know its an ole joke but sometimes the oldies are the best.  So, here we are, Sunday and soon January shall disappear and we'll welcome February, aren't you excited?  Ya, and this weekend and next week, whilst the snow shall be more like a dusting, now and then, it's gonna get colder -- ye gads.  Gotta tell ya, this has been a rather cold, chilly start to winter and frankly, I'm ready for it to end.

Yes, I do like winter, I love the winter sports and activities.  I mean, snowshoeing has become a passion and I truly enjoy hiking in the woods or just trekking around my own yard.  I gave up on cross country skiing, never could get the hang of it and while I enjoyed downhill in my younger days, even that doesn't appeal as much anymore.  I love just walking in the cold, fresh, cold winter morning air too.  But alas surgery in January has stopped this year's winter fun but I shall be back next year and make up for the lost opportunities.

In the meantime, I am behaving myself, following doctor's orders and allow my body to heal. I dislike this inactivity but as my energy level is rather low, I accept it and know it will improve in time.

So you all have a lovely Sunday and keep smiling, okay?

Passwords

During a recent password audit, it was found that a blonde was using the following password:

"MickeyMinniePlutoHueyLouieDeweyDonaldGoofySacramento"

When asked why she had such a long password, she said she was told that it had to be at least 8 characters long and include at least one capital.

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So how is your day going so far? Oh come on, its sunny and nice outside...what in hell are you doing inside bitching? Get out there and suck in some fresh air.

TGIF or Shit?

I know, it would have made more sense to post this on Thursday but it's just to damn funny not to share...deal with it!

When a businessman entered an elevator, there was a blonde already inside, who greeted him with a cheery, "T-G-I-F!"

He smiled at her and replied, "S-H-I-T."

She looked puzzled and repeated, "T-G-I-F," more slowly.

He again answered, "S-H-I-T."

The blonde was trying to keep it friendly, so she smiled her biggest smile, and said as sweetly as possibly, "T-G-I-F."

The man smiled back to her and once again, "S-H-I-T."

The exasperated blonde finally decided to explain, "Sir, 'T-G-I-F' means, 'Thank Goodness It's Friday.' Get it, duh uh?"

The man answered, " 'S-H-I-T' means 'Sorry, Honey, It's Thursday.' "

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Went to the movie last night, Shutter Island and was really surprised at how good this movie was compared to the all the pre-sale nonsense. To be honest I didn't think I would care for this movie but now I would highly recommend it. Not for kids tho -- this is definitely an adult movie.

As I peep out the window, I see fine white stuff coming down -- another day of off and on "dusting." isn't that sweet.

So are you watching the Olympics? What ya think so far? Of course the Americans have the highest medal count, did you expect otherwise?

The Blonde and the Cow

A blonde city girl named Amy marries a Newoundland rancher. One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the rancher says to Amy, 'The insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows today, so I drove a nail into the 2 by 4 just above where the cow's stall is in the barn. Please show him where the cow is when he gets here, OK?'

The rancher leaves for the fields. After a while, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door. Amy takes him down to the barn. They walk along the row of cows and when Amy sees the nail, she tells him, 'This is the one right here.'

The man, assuming he is dealing with an air head blond, asks, 'Tell me lady, 'cause I'm dying to know; how would YOU know that this is the right cow to be bred?'

'That's simple," she said. "By the nail that's over its stall,' she explains very confidently.

Laughing rudely at her, the man says, 'And what, pray tell, is the nail for?'

The blond turns to walk away and says sweetly over her shoulder, 'I guess it's to hang your pants on.'

(It's nice to see a blond winning once in awhile.)