Post by tusti on Nov 13, 2007 13:20:50 GMT -5
Bubba and Cooter
Bubba and Cooter were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up. A
blonde lady walked by and asked what they were doing. "We're supposed
to find the height of the flagpole," said Bubba, "but we don't have a ladder."
The blonde woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a few bolts, and laid the pole down; then she retrieved a tape measure from her pocket, took
a measurement, announced, "Eighteen feet, six inches," and walked away.
Cooter shook his head and laughed. "Ain't that just like a dumb blonde?
We asks for the height and she gives us the length !"
NOTE: Bubba and Cooter are currently supervising the reconstruction of
New Orleans.
Bubba and Cooter were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up. A
blonde lady walked by and asked what they were doing. "We're supposed
to find the height of the flagpole," said Bubba, "but we don't have a ladder."
The blonde woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a few bolts, and laid the pole down; then she retrieved a tape measure from her pocket, took
a measurement, announced, "Eighteen feet, six inches," and walked away.
Cooter shook his head and laughed. "Ain't that just like a dumb blonde?
We asks for the height and she gives us the length !"
NOTE: Bubba and Cooter are currently supervising the reconstruction of
New Orleans.