A blonde has been working in a broom factory since childhood, despite the state’s strict anti-child labor laws, and has always been a good worker. But one day, she storms into her boss’ office.

“I quit! That’s it, I’m not working here anymore!”

“Why?” asks the boss. “What’s the problem?”

“I’ve been working here for so long that I’ve grown the broom bristles between my legs. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Listen,” the boss says. “That’s perfectly normal. Look, I have those too.”

“Oh, my God!” she exclaims. “It’s worse than I thought! You’ve also grown a broom handle!”

How many men does it take to mop a floor?

None. It’s a woman’s job.

An elderly widow and widower were dating for about five years. The man finally decided to ask her to marry. She immediately said “yes”. The next morning when he awoke, he couldn’t remember what her answer was! “Was she happy? I think so, wait, no, she looked at me funny…” After about an hour of trying to remember to no avail he got on the telephone and gave her a call. Embarrassed, he admitted that he didn’t remember her answer to the marriage proposal. “Oh”, she said, “I’m so glad you called. I remembered saying ‘yes’ to someone, but I couldn’t remember who it was.”