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Two blonde girls were working for the city public works department. One
would dig a hole and the other would follow behind her and fill the hole in.
They worked up one side of the street, then down the other, then moved on to
the next street, working furiously all day without rest, one girl digging a
hole, the other girl filling it in again.

An onlooker was amazed at their hard work, but couldn't understand what they
were doing. So he asked the hole digger, 'I'm impressed by the effort you
two are putting in to your work, but I don't get it -- why do you dig a
hole, only to have your partner follow behind and fill it up again?'

The hole digger wiped her brow and sighed, 'Well, I suppose it probably
looks odd because we're normally a three-person team. But today the girl who
plants the trees called in sick".
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Algol
Both hands clapping ChefK.
A blonde, a burnette, and a redhead decide to go hunting together.

On The first day, the redhead goes out and comes back with a grouse. The other two asked her how she did it, and she told them;

"Well, I followed the tracks... I followed the tracks.... followed the tracks... and then BANG!... I shot a grouse."

On the second day, the burnette goes out and comes back with a deer. The other two asked her how she managed it, and she told them:

"Well, I followed the tracks... I followed the tracks... followed the tracks... and then BANG!... I shot a deer."

On the third day, the blonde goes out and comes back severely injured. The other two ask her what the hell happened and she told them;

"Well, I followed the tracks... I followed the tracks... followed the tracks... and then BANG!..."

"I got hit by a Train."
One day a blonde went to the doctor with really bad burns up both sides of her face and her ears. Horrified, the doctor asked what happened to her. She was mildly embarrassed when she explained that she was ironing and the phone started ringing and she picked up the iron by mistake. Trying to be reassuring the doctor nodded and asked what happened to the other side. Irritated, the blonde told him "Well the damn thing kept ringing!"

PS: I'm a firm believer that "blonde" is a personality trait, not a hair color.
Right there. Oh yeah baby. Right there.