The red-head blushes, and whispers back, saying, "Really, then I'm going to have a boy, 'cause I rode on top the whole time."
The two ladies notice the blonde weeping quietly to herself. Completely sympathetic with the hormonal complexities of pregnancy, the brunette and red-head seek to console her, and ask what's wrong.
The blonde chokes over her sobbing, "I, I ...think I'm going to have....puppies!"
Q: How do you get a blonde on the roof?
A: Tell her free drinks are on the house.
Q: What do a blonde and a 747 have in commmon?
A: They both have black boxes.
Q: Why should blondes work seven days a week?
A: So you don't have to retrain them again on Monday.
Q: What does a blonde say after sex?
A: Who are you guys?
(Teflon flame-retardant suit going on...)