Everyone loves a good blonde joke.
Went with a few blondes here and there.
One comes to mind right off the bat.
She had headlights bigger than my `40 Chevy and a trunk as nice as my `61 Vette.
Was very responsive and handled well.
Never asked questions about where I was going or questioned what I was doing.
Looked real good on the B pad of a Harley too.
Never tryed to discuss politics or act like she knew anything about them.
Never voted. Dumb as a rock.
The perfect woman and I passed her up.