Bubba and Junior were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up.
A blond 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 blond woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a few bolts, and
laid the pole down. Then she took a tape measure from her pocket, took a measurement & announced,
"Eighteen feet, six inches," and walked away.
Junior shook his head and laughed. "Ain't that just like a dumb
blond? We ask for the height, and she gives us the length.
Bubba and Junior are currently doing government work supervising the
reconstruction of those New Orleans Levees
Does that meen you're faithful to your Raisin Bran?