Snow ... Thx Paul C and Les B!

Paul Claxon	2:08 PM (1 hour ago)
to bcc: me

Good one! 

On Wed, Feb 13, 2019 at 10:07 AM Les Bond <leswiner@aol.com> wrote:

Subject: FW: Timely!

 

Snow

 

On a bitterly cold winter morning a husband and wife were listening to the radio during breakfast. They heard 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 today, so the Snowplows can get through."

 

So the good wife went out and moved her car.

 

A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the radio announcer said, "We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street today, so the Snowplows can get through."

 

The good wife went out and moved 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 electric power went out.

 

The good wife was very upset, and with a worried look on her face she said, "I don't know what to do. Which side of the street do I need to park on today so the snowplows can get through?"

 

Then with the love and understanding in his voice that all men who are married to blondes exhibit, the husband replied, "Why don't you just leave the car in the garage this time."

 

I didn't see it coming either.

The blonde and the Lord >>> Thanks John Robert!

With my apologies to my beautiful blonde friends:  Shame on you ex-postmaster, Marine JR Looney.

Subject: THE BLONDE AND THE LORD
> >>>>THE BLONDE AND THE LORD
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many books on the
> subject,
> >>>>>and finally getting all the necessary tools together, she made for
> the ice.
> >>>>>After positioning her comfy footstool, she started to make a circular
> >>>>>cut in the ice. Suddenly, from the sky, a voice boomed,
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>Startled, the blonde moved further down the ice, poured a thermos of
> >>>>>cappuccino, and began to cut yet another hole. Again from the heavens
> >>>>>the voice bellowed,
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>> The blonde, now worried, moved away, clear down to the opposite end of
> >>>>>the ice. She set up her stool once more and tried again to cut her
> hole.
> >>>>>The voice came once more,
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>> She stopped, looked skyward! and said,
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>"IS THAT YOU LORD?"
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>> The voice replied,
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>>"NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE HOCKEY RINK!"

The blonde and the blizzard ... thanks Bob!

> *Subject:* The Blizzard and the Blonde
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> **
>
> It was snowing heavily and blowing to the point that visibility was
> almost zero when the little Blonde got off work. She made her way to her
> car and wondered how she was going to make it home. She sat in her car
> while it warmed up and thought about her situation. She finally remembered
> her daddy's advice that if she got caught in a blizzard she should wait for
> a snow-plow to come by and follow it. That way she would not get stuck in a
> snow drift.
> This made her feel much better and sure enough in a little while a
> snow-plow went by and she started to follow it. As she followed the
> snow-plow she was feeling very smug as they continued and she was not
> having any problem with the blizzard conditions.
> After an hour had passed, she was somewhat surprised when the snow-plow
> stopped and the driver got out and came back to her car and signaled for
> her to roll down her window. The snow-plow driver wanted to know if she was
> alright as she had been following him for a long time. She said that she
> was fine and told him of her daddy's advice to follow a snow-plow when
> caught in a blizzard.
> The driver replied that it was OK with him and she could continue if she
> wanted, but he was done with the Wal-Mart parking lot, and was going over
> to Sears next.
>
>
>
>
> (Oh, how we do "love" our blonds...... and redheads,
> brunettes, and ect....)
>