A blonde pushes her BMW into a gas station. She tells the mechanic it died. After he works on it for a few minutes, it’s idling smoothly.
She says, “What’s the story?”
He replies, “Just crap in the carburetor.”
She asks, “How often do I have to do that?”
In the middle of a field there’s a blonde sitting in a row boat just rowing away like mad. When another blonde spots her while driving by, she stops her car and gets out angrily.
She runs up to the barbed wire fence at the edge of the property and yells, “Girl, it’s blondes like you that give blondes like me a bad name! If I could swim, I’d swim out there and kick your bony blonde ass.”