An old blind cowboy walks into a tavern one day. He had accidentally entered an all-girl biker bar. He walks over to a bar stool and asks the bartender for a shot of Jack Daniel. He sits there for a while before calling out to the bartender. “Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?” At that point, the entire pub goes dead silent.

The woman next to him adds in a deep, silky voice, “Before you make that joke, cowboy, I think it is only fair, given that you are blind, that you know five things: 1. The bartender is a blonde girl holding a baseball bat. 2. The bouncer is a blonde girl carrying a club.

3. I’m a 6-foot-175-pound blonde woman who holds a black belt in Karate. 4. The woman sitting next to me is blonde and a professional weightlifter. 5. The lady on your right is blonde and a professional wrestler.

Take it seriously, cowboy. Do you still want to tell the blonde joke?” The blind cowboy pauses for a moment, shakes his head, and murmurs, “No… “Not if I have to explain it five times.”