It was a slow night at the nightclub and the ventiloquist dipped into his blonde jokes. He would set them them up and the dummy knocked them down.
Then a platinum blonde stood up, trembling with anger. She interrupted the act and said, “We blondes have been the butt of jokes for too long. We have worked long and hard for respect ...” (and so forth and so on for quite a while.)
Finally the ventriloquist said, “Ma’am, I’m terribly sorry. It’s just the act, nothing personal was intend—”
And she shouted him down: “You be quiet mister! I’m talking to that little SOB on your knee.”
(Shirley someone here has to have not heard this one. Colts score!)
Don’t call me Shirley, but tell another joke so the Colts will score again. Heck, tell 100 jokes and have the Colts score 100 points.
Beat those traitor ravens and so them who is boss.
Stop calling us Shirley