There was a blonde who lived in a small house on the corner of 4th Avenue.
She had a small shed in her backyard where she kept gardening tools. One day, she thought she saw smoke coming out of the roof of the shed.
In a panic, she called 911.
They answered and said, “This is Joe. Is there an emergency?”
The blonde replied, “Yes, my shed is on fire!!!”
Joe said, “Don’t panic, help is on the way…where do you live?”
The blonde said, “IN A HOUSE, NOW HURRY!!”
Joe calmly responded, “How are we supposed to get there?”
The blonde answered back, “DUH!!! A BIG RED TRUCK!”
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I’m sure you’ve all heard about the traveling salesman whose car became disabled in the middle of nowhere.
It took him several hours to make it to the nearest farm house, he finally reached their front door and knocked on it.
A grizzled old farmer answered, and the salesman pleaded for a place to spend the night.
“Why sure young fella, I can give you a place to bunk.” said the hospitable old man. “But I ain’t got no daughter for you to sleep with, like you always hear about them in jokes.”
“Oh !” said the salesman. Then thinking a moment or two he asked, “How far is it to the next farmhouse?”