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ND to NV

Not all those who wander are lost.
 

Blonde Joke

A blonde was sitting on a train reading newspaper.
The headline blared, "12 Brazilian Soldiers Killed."
She shook her head at the bad news, then turned to the
stranger sitting next to her and asked.....

"Wow that is really sad, how many is a Brazilian?"
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At 8:39 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Here's a great Blonde Joke... stop me if you've heard it...

A guy took his girlfriend to her first football game. They had great seats right behind their team's bench. After the game, he asked her how she liked the experience.

She says she really enjoyed it.. especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but she said she just couldn't understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents.

The boyfriend, dumbfounded, asks "what do you mean?"

She says "Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it, and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was: 'Get th quarter-back! Get the quarter-back!' I'm like 'Helloooo -- it's only twenty-five cents!'"

:-)    



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