An old, short-sighted cowboy stumbles into an all-girl biker bar by mistake. He feels his way to the counter, settles onto a stool, and orders a shot of Jack Daniels .

After a minute or two, he hollers,

“Hey bartender! Wanna hear a blonde joke?”

The place goes dead silent. 

In a deep, intimidating voice, the woman next to him says,

“Before you tell that joke, Cowboy, you should know five things:

The bartender is a blonde, and she’s holding a baseball bat. 

The bouncer is a blonde with a billy club. 

I’m a 6-foot-tall, 175-pound blonde with a black belt in karate. 

The biker next to me is a blonde and a professional weightlifter. 

The lady to your right is a blonde and a former U.S. Marine. 

Now think really hard, Cowboy…

Do you still want to tell that blonde joke?”

The old cowboy pauses, takes a slow sip of his JD, then says,

“Well heck no… not if I’m gonna have to explain it five times!”