Subject: Organic Vegetables
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Tue Jul 10 2001 - 07:34:59 EDT
"A Blonde Olive"
A blonde was hunched over the bar, toothpick in
hand, spearing futilely at the olive in her drink. A
dozen times the olive eluded her. Finally, another
patron, who had been watching intently from the
next stool, became exasperated and grabbed the
toothpick.
"Here, this is how you do it." he said, as he easily
skewered the olive.
"Big Deal," muttered the blonde. "I already had him
so tired out, he couldn't get away."
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"Organic Vegetables"
The other day I was preparing another one of
my gourmet meals.
I asked my wife to go over to the local market
and buy some organic vegetables for the evening
meal.
She came back rather upset.
I asked her what happened and she replied,
"That produce guy is a real jerk. He must think
I'm blonde or something!"
"But you are blonde," I reminded her.
"Not that way. He thought I was stupid or something.
I went and looked around for your organic vegetables
and I couldn't find any. So I asked him where the
organic vegetables were.
He didn't seem to understand so I said, 'These
vegetables are for my husband. Have they been
sprayed with any poisonous chemicals?'
The produce guy looked at me and said,
'No, ma'am. You'll have to do that yourself.'
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