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| While crossing a rope bridge, it snapped and all 11 women frantically fell clinging to the dangling rope for dear life. The rope was over stressed from all the weight so they all knew that someone would have to let go so that the others would live. After a few moments of silence the redhead spoke up and volunteered to let go. She went into a long speech about how she hoped that the sacrifice she was about to make would be remembered for all time because she would be sending herself to certain death so they could live on. At that end of her speech she bowed her head for a dramatic pause, all the blondes were so touched by her willingness to sacrifice her own life that they started to cheer and applaud... The redhead is now married to a rich older man. |
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| A husband is at home watching a football game when his redheaded wife interrupts, "Honey, could you fix the light in the hallway? It's been flickering for weeks now." He looks at her and says, "Fix the light? Now? Does it look like I have a G.E. logo printed on my forehead? I don't think so." "Well then, could you fix the fridge door? It won't close right." To which he replied, "Fix the fridge door? Does it look like I have Westinghouse written on my forehead? I don't think so." "Fine," she says, "Then could you at least fix the steps to the front door? They're about to break." "I'm not a damn carpenter and I don't want to fix the steps," he says. "Does it look like I have Hardware House written on my forehead? I don't think so. I've had enough of you. I'm going to the pub!!!" So he goes to the pub and drinks for a couple hours. He starts to feel guilty about how he treated his wife, and decides to go home and help out. As he walks into the house, he notices the steps are already fixed. As he enters the house, he sees the hall light is working. As he goes to get a beer, he notices the fridge door is fixed. "Honey, how'd this all get fixed?" She said, "Well, when you left, I sat outside and cried. Just then a nice young man asked me what was wrong, and I told him. He offered to do all the repairs, and all I had to do was either make love to him or bake him a cake." He said, "So what kind of cake did you bake him?" She replied, "Hellooooo... Do you see Sara Lee written on my forehead?" |
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| Jake was on his death bed. His wife Susan, a redhead, was maintaining a vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand, tears ran down her face. Her praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly. "My darling Susan," he whispered. "Hush, my love," she said. "Rest. Shhh. Don't talk." He was insistent. "Susan," he said in his tired voice. "I have something I must confess to you." "There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Susan. "Everything's all right, go to sleep." "No, no. I must die in peace, Susan. I slept with your sister, your best friend, and your mother." "I know," she replied. "That's why I poisoned you." |
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| Some newly-married friends were visiting us when the topic of children came up. The redheaded bride said she wanted three children, while the young husband demurred, saying two would be enough for him. They discussed this discrepancy for a few minutes until the husband thought he'd put an end to things by saying boldly, "After our second child, I'll just have a vasectomy." Without a moment's hesitation, the bride retorted, "Well, I hope you'll love the third one as if it's your own." |
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| Thank you for visiting my site and do share with your friends. Feel free to submit any facts, myths, and or jokes. Only one requirement.....must be about redheads, mind you I am a natural born redhead so keep that in mind in your selection. (Smiles)... Be Well and Blessed Be........ |
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| A couple was celebrating their golden wedding anniversary. Their domestic tranquility had long been the talk of the town. A local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and happy marriage. "Well, it dates back to our honeymoon," explained the husband. "We visited the Grand Canyon and took a trip down to the bottom of the canyon by pack mule. We hadn't gone too far when my wife's mule stumbled. My wife quietly said �That's once.� We proceeded a little farther when the mule stumbled again. Once more my wife quietly said, �That's twice.� We hadn't gone a half-mile when the mule stumbled a third time. My wife, a redhead, promptly removed a revolver from her purse and shot the mule. I started to protest over her treatment of the mule when she looked at me and quietly said, �That's once.� |
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