The famous poet Goethe once wrote:
Beware of her fair hair for she excels
All women in the magic of her locks;
And when she winds them round a young man's neck
She will not ever let him free again.
At a friend’s house yesterday, we put on the XBox to play guitar hero (yes we are funny like that). But the guy just wanted to show my boyfriend this fighting game. Funnily enough they both chose the blonde girls, until I made a comment about it. Afterward my boyfriend took extra care to not take a blonde girl.
As a lass, I enjoyed watching the Power Puff Girls just as any kid. Secretly I really liked bubbles, the blonde haired, slightly stupid, sweet one. But because my stepsister liked her as well, I claimed I liked Buttercup, the hardcore I’ll-beat-your-face-up one. In the end, a million years later I realized that I liked Bubbles more because I can associate with her. She talks to squirrels, tries to color in the world. Buttercup was what I would like to be, somebody that you don’t mess with. And someone that doesn’t get hurt. 
even over weekends there has to be the:
BLONDE JOKE OF THE DAY
A blonde decided she needed something new and different for a winter hobby. She went to the bookstore and bought every book she could find on ice fishing.
For weeks she read and studied, hoping to become an expert in the field. Finally she decided she knew enough and out she went for her first ice fishing trip. She carefully gathered up and packed all the tools and equipment needed for the excursion. Each piece of equipment had its own special place in her kit.
When she got to the ice, she found a quiet little area, placed her padded stool and carefully laid out her tools.
Just as she was about to make her first cut into the ice, a booming voice from the sky bellowed, "There are no fish under the ice!!"
Startled, the blonde grabbed up all her belongings, moved further along the ice, poured some hot chocolate from her thermos, and started to cut a new hole.
Again the voice from above bellowed, "There are no fish under the ice!!"
Amazed, the blonde was not quite sure what to do as this certainly was not covered in any of her books. She packed up her gear and moved to the far side of the ice. Once there, she stopped for a few moments to regain her calm. Then she was extremely careful to set everything up perfectly--tools in the right place, chair positioned just so. Just as she was about to cut this new hole, the voice came again.
"There are no fish under the ice!!"
Petrified, the blonde looked skyward and asked, "Is that You, Lord?"
The voice boomed back, "NO THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE SKATING RINK!"
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