The guy makes his three wishes and the blonde genies disappear.

The next thing the guy knows, he’s in a bedroom, in a golf-course mansion, surrounded by 50 beautiful women.

After he makes love to all of them, he begins to explore this fabulous house.

The first thing he notices is that all the floors in the house are entirely covered in stacks of $100 bills.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. He answers it and standing there are two persons dressed in Ku Klux Klan outfits.

They drag him outside to the nearest tree, throw a rope over a limb and hang him by the neck until he’s dead.

As the Klansmen are walking away, they remove their hoods. It’s the two blonde genies.

One blonde genie says to the other one, ‘I can understand the first wish having all these beautiful women in a big mansion to make love to. I can also understand him wanting to be a millionaire.

But why he wanted to be hung like a black man is beyond me?

The blonde woman replies, “I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, I’m going to Chicago and I’m staying right here.”

After repeated attempts and no success convicing the woman to return to economy, the flight attendant goes into the cockpit and informs the pilot and co-pilot that there’s a blonde bimbo sitting in first class who refuses to go back to her proper seat.

The co-pilot goes back to the woman and explains why she needs to move, but once again the woman replies by saying, “I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, I’m going to Chicago and I’m staying right here.”

The co-pilot returns to the cockpit and suggests that perhaps they should have the arrival gate call the police and have the woman arrested when they land. The pilot says, “You say she’s blonde? I’ll handle this. I’m married to a blonde. I speak blonde.” He kneels down next to the woman and whispers quietly in her ear, and she says, “Oh, I’m sorry,” then quickly moves back to her seat in economy class.

The flight attendant and co-pilot are amazed and ask him what he said to get her to move back to economy without causing any fuss.

“I told her first class isn’t going to Chicago.”

One would dig a hole and the other would follow behind her and fill the hole in.

They worked up one side of the street, then down the other, then moved on to the next street, working furiously all day without rest, one girl digging a hole, the other girl filling it in again.

An onlooker was amazed at their hard work, but couldn’t understand what they were doing.

So he asked the hole digger, ‘I’m impressed by the effort you two are putting into your work, but I don’t get it… why do you dig a hole, only to have your partner follow behind and fill it up again?’

The hole digger wiped her brow and sighed, ‘Well, I suppose it probably looks odd because we’re normally a three-person team.

But today the girl who plants the trees called in sick.’

The Flight attendant Watches her do this and asks to see her ticket.

She then tells the Blonde passenger that she will have to return to her Economy seat.

The Blonde replies, ‘I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, I’m going to Melbourne and I’m staying right here!’

The flight attendant Goes into the cockpit and tells the pilot and co-pilot that there is some blonde bimbo sitting in First Class who belongs in Economy and won’t move back to her seat.

The co-pilot goes back to the blonde and tries to explain that because she only paid for economy, she is only entitled to an Economy seat and she will have to return to her original seat.

The Blonde replies, ‘I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, I’m going to Melbourne and I’m staying right here!’

Exasperated the co-pilot tells the pilot that it was no Use and that he probably should have the police waiting when they land to arrest the Blonde who won’t listen to reason.

‘You say she’s Blonde? I’ll handle this, I’m married to a blonde, and I speak blonde!’

The pilot goes back to the blonde, whispers in her ear, and she says,

‘Oh I’m sorry – I Had no idea’, gets up and moves back to her seat in economy.

The flight attendant And co-pilot are amazed and asked him what he said to make her move without any fuss.

The pilot replied,

‘I Told her First Class isn’t Going to Melbourne’.

The pharmacist, a little bemused, explains to the woman that, they don’t sell rectum deodorant and never have.

Unfazed, the blonde assures the pharmacist that she has been buying the stuff from this store on a regular basis and would like some more.

‘I’m sorry,’ says the pharmacist, ‘We don’t have any.’

‘But, I always buy it here,’ says the blonde.

‘Do you have the container that it came in?’ asks the pharmacist.

‘Yes,’ said the blonde , ‘I’ll go home and get it.’

She returns with the container and hands it to the pharmacist who looks at it and says to her, ‘This is just a normal stick of underarm deodorant.’

Annoyed, the blonde snatches the container back and reads out loud from the container ….

‘TO APPLY, PUSH UP BOTTOM.

The blonde cop asked to see the Architect’s driver’s license.

She dug through her purse and was getting progressively more agitated.

‘What does it look like?’ the driver finally asked.

The policewoman replied, ‘It’s square and it has your picture on it.’

The driver finally found a square mirror in her purse, looked at it and handed it to the policewoman.

‘Here it is’, she said.

The blonde officer looked at the mirror, then handed it back saying,

‘Okay, you can go. I didn’t realise you were a cop’.