Diva
04-05-02, 01:01PM
Now I Know Where Blonde Jokes Come From
I hate doing dippy things. That realization that all of those jokes actually have some truth behind them. I've seen em all. You gotta wonder about the mentality of someone who says, "She's blonde, she'll love these cruel and humiliating jokes." It's a good thing I have a sick sense of humor. But I could do without the 'acknowledgement' looks afterward. Like I'm actually supposed to say, "I know! This is so true!" It's like when someone gives me Jewish jokes [ha. ha.] and how stingy they are and says, "Ha! So true, eh?" [nudging with elbow]. Or give an amputee some limb joke. They may not have legs... but they can still maim with their teeth. Can you imagine if there is actually a one legged chick named Ilene? Or an Asian one named Irene? Talk about fauxpas!
Then there's those times when I do something so asinine that the only conceivable explanation is, 'It's the roots'. Like putting the Sweet-n-Low in my Eggs, instead of the coffee. Or putting the coffee into the Eggs [breakfast sucks at my house]. Or putting furniture together backwards... three times. Or wiping out everything on my old hard drive without making sure the system files are all on my new one. Fuck. Shit. Damn it. Sigh. I died my hair brunette once. That artificial intelligence line is a bunch of bullox. I just didn't have an excuse for it. At least when I did some stupid stunt the support person would look at my hair and just gently take the item away... Like when a child puts a hole in the wall from trying to bowl her Barbies. Ummm, that's just an illustration. I mean, come on, it's not like I wou... Shit. Ken's head was never the same.
I hate doing dippy things. That realization that all of those jokes actually have some truth behind them. I've seen em all. You gotta wonder about the mentality of someone who says, "She's blonde, she'll love these cruel and humiliating jokes." It's a good thing I have a sick sense of humor. But I could do without the 'acknowledgement' looks afterward. Like I'm actually supposed to say, "I know! This is so true!" It's like when someone gives me Jewish jokes [ha. ha.] and how stingy they are and says, "Ha! So true, eh?" [nudging with elbow]. Or give an amputee some limb joke. They may not have legs... but they can still maim with their teeth. Can you imagine if there is actually a one legged chick named Ilene? Or an Asian one named Irene? Talk about fauxpas!
Then there's those times when I do something so asinine that the only conceivable explanation is, 'It's the roots'. Like putting the Sweet-n-Low in my Eggs, instead of the coffee. Or putting the coffee into the Eggs [breakfast sucks at my house]. Or putting furniture together backwards... three times. Or wiping out everything on my old hard drive without making sure the system files are all on my new one. Fuck. Shit. Damn it. Sigh. I died my hair brunette once. That artificial intelligence line is a bunch of bullox. I just didn't have an excuse for it. At least when I did some stupid stunt the support person would look at my hair and just gently take the item away... Like when a child puts a hole in the wall from trying to bowl her Barbies. Ummm, that's just an illustration. I mean, come on, it's not like I wou... Shit. Ken's head was never the same.