Blonde

"Now I hope you realize we expect you to cut down at least 100 trees a day," the foreman told her. The blonde woman didn't see this as a problem, so she went out with the Chainsaw and did her best.

She came back sweating like a pig. 'Christ, how many trees did you cut down?' asked the foreman.

'6' she replied.

'What!? You have to do beter than that. Get up earlier tommorow.' The foreman said. So she did. Out she went with the chainsaw, she came back that night exhausted.

'How many this time?' asked the foreman.

'12' she said.

The foreman says, 'That does it. I'm coming out there with you tommorow morning.'
The next morning, the foreman reaches the first tree and says, 'This is how to cut down trees really quickly.' He pulls the rope on the chainsaw and it gives off a loud BRRRRRRUM. He notices the blonde is looking at him frantically. So he asks her what's wrong. She replies, 'What the hell is that?'

"235,000 miles." Her friend told her that was the problem. But the blonde's friend told her that her brother is a mechanic and could put back the miles to whatever she wanted. So the blonde went to the mechanic and told him to put the miles at 40,000. Two days later the blond's friend asked her if she sold the car since her brother dropped the miles. The blonde told her, "Why would I sell the car? There are only 40,000 miles on it!"

She proudly said, "Go ahead and quiz me. I know all of them!"

Her friend said, "O.K. then, what's the capital of France?"

The blonde replied, "Oh, that's so easy! F."