A blind man walks into a bar, sits down, and orders a beer. A few minutes later, he yells, “Hey bartender, you wanna hear a blonde joke?”
Silence fills the room. A deep voice next to him says, “Before you tell that joke, sir, I think it is only fair that you should know five things:
Number One. The bartender is a blonde woman with a baseball bat.
Number Two. The bouncer is a blonde with an anger management problem.
Number Three. The woman sitting next to me is blonde and a professional weightlifter.
Number Four. The lady on the other side of you is blonde and a wrestling champion.
Number Five. I’m six-foot-tall, one hundred eighty-five pounds, blonde, with a black belt in karate. And I already don’t like your face.”
She concludes, asking, “Now think about it seriously, mister. Do you still wanna tell that joke?”
The blind man thinks for a second, shakes his head, and mutters:
“Nah. I don’t feel like explaining it five fucking times.”
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