There once was a blonde who was very tired of blonde
jokes and insults directed at her intelligence.
So, she cut and dyed her hair, got a make-over, got in
her car, and began driving around in the country.
Suddenly, she came to a herd of sheep in the road.
She stopped her car and went over to the shepherd
who was tending to them.
'If I can guess the exact number of sheep here, will
you let me have one?' she asked.
The shepherd, thinking this was a pretty safe bet, agreed.
'You have 171 sheep,' said the blonde in triumph.
Surprised, the shepherd told her to pick out a sheep
of her choice.
She looked around for a while and finally found one
that she really liked.
She picked it up and was petting it when the shepherd
walked over to her and asked, 'if I can guess your real
hair color, will you give me my sheep back?'
The blonde thought it was only fair to let him try.
'You're a blonde!' said the shepherd. 'Now give me back my dog.'
jokes and insults directed at her intelligence.
So, she cut and dyed her hair, got a make-over, got in
her car, and began driving around in the country.
Suddenly, she came to a herd of sheep in the road.
She stopped her car and went over to the shepherd
who was tending to them.
'If I can guess the exact number of sheep here, will
you let me have one?' she asked.
The shepherd, thinking this was a pretty safe bet, agreed.
'You have 171 sheep,' said the blonde in triumph.
Surprised, the shepherd told her to pick out a sheep
of her choice.
She looked around for a while and finally found one
that she really liked.
She picked it up and was petting it when the shepherd
walked over to her and asked, 'if I can guess your real
hair color, will you give me my sheep back?'
The blonde thought it was only fair to let him try.
'You're a blonde!' said the shepherd. 'Now give me back my dog.'