Two Blondes Walk Into A Bar
I’m not blonde.
I’m a reddish-brown sorta gal..and no matter what I do, my hair refuses to change colors…seriously, my daughter says I have a strong red tone to my hair and I think she should know since she is a hairstylist.
I do, however, feel for my blonde sisters and the bum rap they get.
Granted, sometimes it’s deserved but I think “blonde” could often be substituted with “redhead” or “brunette” and be just as applicable.
And, while there’s a totally ironic and completely joke-worthy twist to this…I’ll refrain…with great difficulty….from pointing out the obvious.
*sits on hands*
*begins to quiver*
*one hand escapes and then the other and then….*
OMG! Really? I mean how ironic is it that the person who published this page about brilliant blondes cannot even put together a coherent/cohesive sentence???
The only thing that would make it perfect would be if there was an “About the Author” blurb at the bottom..with a picture of a blonde smiling vapidly.
I apologize for my insensitivity, but….BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Seriously…this shit writes itself.