A Blonde In Flight School

A blonde went to a flight school insisting she wanted to learn to fly.  As all the planes were currently in use, the owner agreed to instruct her by radio on how to pilot the solo helicopter.
He took her out, showed her how to start it and gave her the basics, and sent her on her way.  After she climbed 1000 feet, she radioed in.  "I'm doing great!  I love it!  The view is so beautiful and I'm starting to get the hang of this."
After 2000 feet, she radioed again, saying how easy it was to fly.  The instructor watched her climb over 3000 feet, and was beginning to worry that she hadn't radioed in.  
A few minutes later, he watched in horror as she crashed about half a mile away.  He ran over and pulled her from the wreckage. When he asked what happened, she said, "I don't know! Everything was going fine, but as I got higher, I was starting to get cold.  I can barely remember anything after I turned off the big fan!"

Long 8 Miles

On her way home a blonde drove past a sign that said "CLEAN RESTROOMS 8 MILES".
By the time she drove eight miles, she had cleaned 43 restrooms.

Start Over Again

Today I came upon this pretty new blond temp holding several recently prepared tax returns standing in front of the paper shredder with a confused look on her face. I asked if she needed any help and she said, "Yeah, how does this thing work ?" I took the tax returns from her hand and demonstrated how to work the shredder. She stood there a moment with yet another confused expression, so I said, "Any questions ?" She said, "Yeah, exactly where do the copies come out from?"