Snow Blonde
>One winter morning a couple was listening to the radio over
>breakfast. They hear the announcer say, "We are going to have 8 to 10
>inches of snow today. You must park your car on the even-numbered side
>of the street, so the snowplows can get through." Norman's 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. You must park
>your car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so the snowplows can
>get through." Norman 's wife goes out and moves her car again.
>
>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. Norman's 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 snowplows can get
>through?"
>
>With the love and understanding in his voice that all men who are
>married to blondes exhibit, Norman says ..
>
>"Why don't you just leave it in the garage this time?"
Andy
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.
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