Counting Cars

A blond sees a brunette standing in the middle of the highway.   The brunette keeps saying, "88, 88, 88..." The blond calls to her as the cars and trucks wizz past. "What are you doing?" "I'm counting cars," comes the rely. "Want to help?" "Sure!" says the blond. She walks out to the middle of the highway to the brunette and starts saying "88, 88, 88.." All the time the cars are dodging the two woman. Then a big semi drives by and runs over the blond. The brunnette calmly walks     down the highway, picks a new spot, and starts muttering, "89, 89, 89..."

The Roof Is On Fire

Q: What's dumber than a brunette trying to build a house under water?
A: A blonde trying to burn it down

Homeward Blonde

Q: How do you keep a blonde at home?
A: Build a circular driveway.