Rick Smith/Columnist
Listen up, fellow wisecracks, Friday, August 16, 2024, is National Tell a Joke Day. It’s a day that the world celebrates the art of telling tales.
Now, I know that humor is deeply subjective. Not all jokes are funny. One person’s knee-slapper is another’s eye-rolling grizzle. Sometimes I laugh because it’s the polite thing to do. (It’s called blending in.) Truth be told, there are enough awkward moments in life without creating unnecessary ones.
So, in celebration of this national holiday, I would like to leave with you a couple of my favorite blonde jokes.
A redhead, a brunette, and a blond were all lost in the desert. They found a lamp and rubbed it. A genie popped out and granted them each one wish. The redhead wished to be back home. Poof! She was back home. The brunette wished to be at home with her family. Poof! She was back home with her family. The blonde said, “Awwww, I wish my friends were here.”
A guy took his blonde 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. “Oh, I really liked it,” she replied, “especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn’t understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents.” Dumbfounded, her date asked, “What do you mean?” “Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it, and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was, ‘Get the quarter back! Get the quarter back!’ I’m like, hello? It’s only 25 cents!”
A guy was driving in a car with a blonde. He told her to stick her head out the window and see if the blinker worked. She stuck her head out and said, “Yes, No, Yes, No, Yes…”
There was a blonde who just got sick and tired of all the blonde jokes. One evening, she went home and memorized all the state capitals. Back in the office the next day, some guy started telling a dumb blonde joke. She interrupted him with a shrill announcement, “I’ve had it up to here with these blonde jokes. I want you to know that this blonde went home last night and did something probably none of you could do. I memorized all the state capitals.” One of the guys said, “I don’t believe you. What is the capital of Nevada?” “N,” she answered.
So, in your meanderings today, take the time to share a favorite joke with a homie. And laugh.
I close with words from one of the most iconic jokesters of all time, Red Skelton, “I personally believe that we were put here to build and not to destroy. So, if by chance someday you’re not feeling well and you should remember some silly little thing I’ve said or done, and it brings a smile to your face or a chuckle to your heart – then my purpose as your clown has been fulfilled. Good night and may God bless.”
Rick Smith is a Jeffersonian and can be reached at theriquemeister@gmail.com.