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Wednesday, January 7

1/07/2004 03:13:00 PM by Rob

A blond joke from my wife....


...hmmm...well, let's see.....

As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde from Kentucky catches up. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door. The trucker lowers the window, and the blond says, "Hi, my name is Wendy and you are losing some of your load."

The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street. When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again. She jumps out of her car, runs up and knocks on the door. Again, the trucker lowers the window. As if they've never spoken, the blonde says brightly, Hi my name is Wendy, and you are losing some of your load!" Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street.

At the third red light, the same thing happens again. All out of breath, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up, knocks on the truck door. The trucker lowers the window. This time, HE says, "Wait, Wendy. Listen. Hi, my name is Kevin, it's winter here in Indiana - and I'm driving the Salt Truck."
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