Now mind you, I have nothing against blondes. After all, the Pickle Queen could be a blonde if here hair color was a couple of shades darker. But this story wouldn’t be the same if I changed the facts.
There was a blonde from Sioux Falls who was sick and tired of being ridiculed for being blonde, so she decided to fix it by dying her hair brown.
The next day, as she was driving along a country road near Miller, she saw a shepherd with his flock. She decided to see if she could pass as a brunette and if indeed gotten any smarter. She pulled over to the side of the road, got out of her car, approached the shepherd and asked, “If I can tell you how many sheep you have, could I have one?”
The shepherd thought this was an unusual request, but agreed.
The blonde looked at the flock, thought about it for a minute and said, “One hundred and sixty-two.”
The shepherd, shaking his head in disbelief, said, “You’re right! Take your pick of the sheep to take home with you.”
She did, and as she was putting it into the trunk of her car, the shepherd stopped her and said, “If I can guess your real hair color, can I have my dog back?”
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