BROOKLYN, NY -
Whenever I do something utterly stupid, my standby retort used to be: “I’m not your average dumb blonde, I’m above average.”
Blonde jokes have been as much a part of my upbringing as bad (read: fabulous) 80’s music, sunblock and weight issues.
A blonde and a redhead went to the bar after work for a drink, and sat on stools watching the 6 o’clock news. A man was shown threatening to jump from the Brooklyn Bridge, and the blonde bet the redhead $50 that he wouldn’t jump. Sure enough, he jumped, so the blonde gave the redhead $50. However, as friends, the two went back and forth about it; the redhead just couldn’t take the blonde’s money. Finally, the redhead confessed: “Listen, I have to tell you that I saw this on the 5 o’clock news, so I can’t take your money.”
The blonde replied: “Well, so did I, but I didn’t think he would jump again!”
But, for whatever reason, when I tell people I’m flaky, or dumb, I usually get brushed off with a “Pshaw!” “Pbbbbt!” or “Getouttahere!” even though I know, deep in my heart, the truth to be otherwise.
And so, to present my case to you naysayers: I offer Exhibit 9,272 of my extreme Bimbosity:
How I Totally Fucked Up TNBingo.