An old, blind Marine walks into a bar he’s never been in before, feeling around for a stool.
He orders a shot of whiskey and relaxes a bit, unaware that he’s wandered into an all-female biker bar.
After a few minutes, he grins and says loudly, “Hey! Anyone here wanna hear a good blonde joke?”
The room goes dead silent.
In a gravelly voice, the woman next to him says,
“Before you say another word, let me help you out, Marine. Since you’re blind, you should know a few things:
— The bartender is blonde… and she’s holding a baseball bat.
— The bouncer is blonde… and she’s ex-military.
— I’m 6 feet tall, 180 pounds, blonde… and a black belt in judo.
— The woman on your left is a blonde powerlifter.
— And the woman on your right is a blonde pro wrestler with a temper.”
She pauses.
“Now, do you still want to tell that joke?”
The Marine takes a slow sip of his drink and mutters,
“Not if I’ll have to explain it five times.”
