Are You Blonde?
A blond c.o.p pulls over a blond and asks for her drivers license. The blond starts looking through her car then asks, “Uhh, what are they again?” The blond c.o.p replies, “Ugh. It’s the thing in your p.u.r.s.e with your picture on it.” “Oh yeah,” says the blond who reaches in her purse, pulls out a compact mirror, and hands it over.
The blond c.o.p opens it, takes a look inside, hands it back, and says, “I’m sorry ma’am. The blond starts looking through her car then asks, “Uhh, what are they again?” The blond c.o.p replies, “Ugh. It’s the thing in your purse with your picture on it.” “Oh yeah,” says the blond who reaches in her p.u.r.s.e, pulls out a compact mirror, and hands it over. The blond c.o.p opens it, takes a look inside, hands it back, and says, “I’m sorry ma’am. If I knew you were a c.o.p, I wouldn’t have pulled you over.”