There was a blonde who was sick of all the blonde jokes. One day, she
decided to get a makeover, so she cut and dyed her hair. She went driving
down a country road and came across a herd of sheep. She stopped and called
the sheep herder over. "Tell you what. I have a proposition for you," said
the woman. "If I can guess the exact number of sheep in your flock, can I
take one home?"
"Sure," said the sheep herder.
So, she sat up
and looked at the herd for a second and then replied "382".
"Wow!"
said the herder. "That is exactly right. Go ahead and pick out the sheep you
want to take home."
So the woman went and picked one out and put it in
her car.
Then, the herder said, "Okay, now I have a proposition for
you".
"What is it?" queried the woman.
"If I can guess the real
color of your hair, can I have my dog back?"
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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