The joke about crapping in the carburetor is only funny if it’s a joke. If its a true story about how you and your blonde relatives actually think, it’s sad. And if you’re serious about needing me to explain why that’s sad, it’s back to being funny. I can’t explain why. I’m just a redhead. Maybe a brunette FReeper would be so kind as to translate for us.
People making fun of or discriminating against me and my similar loved ones is like any discrimination any of us faces. And we all do. So I read through blonde jokes I think, yeah I’d ask a question like that. I think literally. But that works for me on so many levels. I help my husband a lot I understand his language.
If someone’s bigoted that’s never because of me. Nor is it necessary for him to be bigoted. I just avoid him or her. They’re angry or hateful. That’s not because of me.
Is it an Irish thing? You can always make fun of Irish. There’s no hurt there. We either stop doing what we don’t like is true about us or not. So what
In the 1840s immigration Americans wondered whether Irish were people. The men became cops, bricklayers and firefighters and the women educated their kids. The most successful ones -women- told their relatives, and got them, to stop any drinking problem.
I can take a blonde joke. Especially if it hits on truth and it’s funny
The hatred could be jealous in this case. I mean blondes do have fun. They do get invited out by the fellas. And that’s fun
Getting teachers to stop treating your kids like dumb blondes is tough. You talk to them for a long time before you think we’re done here. Anything else she’ll just make it worse in class for the kid. You have to be honest with the kid and encourage them then show up with the triple major, double masters in the alumni magazine.
If its a true story about how you and your blonde relatives actually think,
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Actually it could be the blonde pulling a reverse joke on the mechanic.
Which is funnier.