I was told this story the other day; the teller being an intelligent (apparently heterosexual)
("Apparently" x 2, as I wasn't given the opportunity to investigate either predicate more closely.)
The opening line of the tale alone was worth the price of admission.
She began: "A blind cowboy walks into a lesbian bar...".
The rest I have to extemporise owing to the aging neurons.
So this cowboy, who -- natch -- can't see a thing and doesn't know where he is, buys a beer and asks the bar-person, "Y'all wanna hear a blonde joke?"
"Well", says she, "over there is Frank. She bench-presses 300 pounds and she's blonde.
"And, over there's Billy. She does sumo wrestling competitions for a living and she's blonde.
"And there in the corner is Jack. Tats all over her body. The one in the truckie singlet. She drives the biggest rig in the state. And she's blonde.
"Then there's Jude -- bouncer for the toughest club in town. 220 pounds, not an ounce of fat, pumping iron and blonde.
"Finally, right next to you is Sam. She's blonde too and kick-starts 747s at the airport.
"You still wanna tell your joke?"
"No", says our cowboy, "I don't want to have to explain it five times".
