if you wouldn’t call him lumpy, it’s not me (surgical scars gave me some fun new lumps). no worries. my wife is a proud blonde too, and she uses similar reasoning to yours around blonde jokes. for some reason (i wonder why) it’s never a blond joke.
we like the one where (forgive the horrible delivery) there’s a blonde hopping alongside the railroad tracks chanting 34! 34! 34! and a brunette stops and just stares and stares until she gets hit by a train and the blonde starts chanting 35! 35! 35!
if you wouldn’t call him lumpy, it’s not me (surgical scars gave me some fun new lumps). no worries. my wife is a proud blonde too, and she uses similar reasoning to yours around blonde jokes. for some reason (i wonder why) it’s never a blond joke.
we like the one where (forgive the horrible delivery) there’s a blonde hopping alongside the railroad tracks chanting 34! 34! 34! and a brunette stops and just stares and stares until she gets hit by a train and the blonde starts chanting 35! 35! 35!