Bubba and Junior were standing at the base of a flagpole looking up.
A blonde 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 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 and announced, "Eighteen feet, six inches," and walked away.
Junior shook his head and laughed. "Ain't that just like a dumb blonde? 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.
Good evening/morning, Fling....LOL! Good joke of the day. Lucky you, you escape daylight savings time. I gotta start changing clocks.