Did you hear about the man who fell asleep on his horse? He has night mares.

A Wee bit late this morning.  Managed to get to the flooded park and actually put in 90 minutes of cycling.  Not bad considering.

So what follows is a Blonde Joke that the blondes will like.  Promise!  And I'll even toss in a shorty at the end because I'm that way!



 Reverse engineering

Two engineers were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking at its top. A blonde walked by and asked what they were doing.

"We're supposed to find the height of this flagpole," said Sven, "but we don't have a ladder."

The woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a couple of bolts, and laid the pole down on the ground.

Then she took a tape measure from her handbag, took a measurement and announced, "Twenty one feet, six inches," and walked away.

One engineer shook his head and laughed, "Typical blonde! We ask for the height and she gives us the length!"







In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the Mystic delivered grave news: "There's no easy way to tell you this, so I'll just be blunt. Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year." 

Visibly shaken, Laura stared at the woman's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself - and to stop her mind racing. She simply had to know. 

She met the Fortune Teller's gaze, steadied her voice and asked, "Will I be acquitted?"