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True story of a poor dizzy blond flying in a airplane

This is a true story of a poor dizzy blond flying in a two-seater airplane with just the pilot.

He has a heart attack and passes away. She, frantic, calls out a May Day.

“May Day! May Day! Help Me! Help Me! My pilot had a heart attack and is de..a…d and I don’t know how to fly. Help Me! Please Help Me!”

She hears a voice over the radio saying:

“This is Air Traffic Control and I have you loud and clear. I will explain this to you and get you back on the ground. I have a lot of experience with this type of problem. Now take a deep breath. Everything will be fine! Now give me your height and position!”

She says, “I’m 5’4 and I’m in the front seat.”

(pause)

“O.K.,” says the voice in the radio…….
“Repeat after me: Our father who art in heaven……..”

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A Blonde Interview

A Blonde Interview

A young blonde woman goes to an office for a job interview. The interviewer decides to start with the basics

“So, miss, can you tell us your age, please?” He asks.
The blonde counts carefully on her fingers for about 3 seconds before replying “Ehh… 25!”

The interviewer tries another straightforward one to break the ice. “And can you tell us your height, please?” The young lady stands up and produces a measuring tape from her handbag. She then traps one end under her foot and extends the tape to the top of her head. She checks the measurement and announces, “Five foot three!”

This isn’t looking good so the interviewer goes for the real basics.

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“And ehh, just to confirm for our records, your name please?” The blonde bobs her head from side to side for about twenty seconds, mouthing something silently to herself, before replying “Stephanie”.

The interviewer is completely baffled at this stage, so he asks “Just out of curiosity, miss. We can understand your counting on your fingers to work out your age, and the measuring tape for your height is obvious, but what were you doing when we asked you your name?”

“Oh that!” replies the blonde, “That’s just me running through ‘Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”

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