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She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but she slides down the side of the horse anyway. The horse gallops along, seemingly ignorant of its slipping rider.
Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blonde attempts to leap away from the horse and throw herself to safety. Unfortunately, her foot becomes entangled in the stirrup, and she is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground over and over.
She starts to lose consciousness, but to her great fortune, Bobby, the Wal-Mart greeter, sees her and unplugs the horse.
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'Easy,' she replied. 'He only has one eye.'
The chief was stunned. 'He only has one eye because it is a profile shot! Think about it!' He repeated the procedure for the second blonde and again asked how she would recognize him.
'He only has one ear,' was her answer.
'What is the matter with you people?!? It is a profile shot! You are seeing him from the side!' He repeated the procedure for the third blonde, then said, 'How would you recognize the suspect? Now think before you give me a stupid answer.'
After viewing the photo, she thought for a minute, then said, 'He's wearing contact lenses.'
This took the chief by surprise. He looked real hard at the picture and couldn't tell if the suspect had contacts or not, so he went into the database and looked at the report. Sure enough, when the mug shot was taken, he was wearing contact lenses! He went back to her and asked, 'How could you tell he was wearing contact lenses? Nobody else here in this precinct saw that!'
'Well,' she said, 'he can't wear regular glasses with only one eye and one ear, now, can he?'
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"That is a neat trick," thinks the blonde, and tries desperately to remember it, but isn't all too successful. Despite this, she decides to try it out on her blonde friend.
"Okay," she says, "I'm going to put my hand in front of my face..."
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