Post by Sleepy on Dec 17, 2007 23:55:09 GMT 1
One winter morning a couple is listening to the radio over breakfast.
They hear the announcer say, 'we are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow
today. We are asking everyone to park their car on the
even-numbered side of the street, so there is room for the snow ploughs to
get through.'
The blonde wife goes out and moves her car.
A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the radio announcer
says, 'We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today. Today
you must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so the
snow ploughs can get through.'
The blonde wife goes out and moves her car to the odd- numbered side.
The next week they are again having breakfast, when the radio announcer
says, 'We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today. You
must park .........' Then the power goes out.
The blonde wife is very upset, and with a worried look on her face she
says,
'Honey, I don't know what to do! Which side of the street do I need to
park
on so the snow ploughs can get through today?'
With the love and understanding in his voice, that all men married to
blondes exhibit, the husband says, 'Why don't you just leave it in the
garage this time?'
They hear the announcer say, 'we are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow
today. We are asking everyone to park their car on the
even-numbered side of the street, so there is room for the snow ploughs to
get through.'
The blonde wife goes out and moves her car.
A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the radio announcer
says, 'We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today. Today
you must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so the
snow ploughs can get through.'
The blonde wife goes out and moves her car to the odd- numbered side.
The next week they are again having breakfast, when the radio announcer
says, 'We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today. You
must park .........' Then the power goes out.
The blonde wife is very upset, and with a worried look on her face she
says,
'Honey, I don't know what to do! Which side of the street do I need to
park
on so the snow ploughs can get through today?'
With the love and understanding in his voice, that all men married to
blondes exhibit, the husband says, 'Why don't you just leave it in the
garage this time?'
