Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, was visiting her in-laws and while there went to a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries. Later, her husband noticed her sitting in her car in the driveway with the windows rolled up and with her eyes closed, with both hands behind the back of her head. He became concerned and walked over to the car. He noticed that Linda’s eyes were now open and she looked very strange. He asked her if she was okay, and Linda replied that she had been shot in the back of the head and had been holding her brains in for over an hour.
The husband called the paramedics, who broke into the car because the doors were locked and Linda refused to remove her hands from her head.
When they finally got in, they found that Linda had a wad of bread dough on the back of her head. A Pillsbury biscuit canister had exploded from the heat, making a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot, and the wad of dough hit her in the back of her head. When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains. She initially passed out, but quickly recovered.
Linda is blonde, a Democrat, and voted for Obama, but that could all be a coincidence.
The defective biscuit canister was analyzed, and it was determined to be George Bush’s fault.
I am, my husband - chemical engineer is, my daughter - hydrogeologist is, my mother is, my father was, my father in law was - petrochemical engineer US Armmy vet WWII, my sister - masters degree -is = = We are all Blondes. I am SO SICK of people saying that hair color has ANYTHING to do with intelligence!! That is just as bad as being Racist!!!!! My daughter is a scientist in the field of hydrogeology - i am sure you don’t know what that word means, look it up. She is a platinum blonde - natural, born that way, 29 years old. She is gorgeous and hates being a gorgeous blonde because of all the ugly comments about being blonde. A waitress was making fun of her one time because of her beautiful hair color - my daughter wanted to say - but is much too polite and mannerly to do so - she wanted to tell the rude waitress “I made a B in Differential Equations” I told her don’t bother, the waitress wouldn’t have a Clue what that means.