Аннотация: ON BLONDES A poem of a Russian author. By this time I`ve failed to find out its source!
A BLONDE AND INTERCOM A blonde is calling an intercom:
`Who`s there?` she`s being asked.
-Oi, it is me, Tatyana, don`t you see me, Tom?
Are you at home? If so, open fast.
The dude`s been merely perplexed,
As well as by her inquiry bepuzzled:
`No, shit, I have just flown away
On business trip to City of Chicago!`
-How long will you`ve been over there?
Is that Chikaka placed in Poland?
-I`ll have been spending for a year
In that remote place near Holland.
`It is so sorry! Missing you I am upset.
But you can`t help it. Nor can I.
Well, darling, try be back A.S.A.P.
I wish you have a pleasant flight!`
You may think I hate blondes? Nope, I`m a blonde myself. My IQ is 26. I assure you many funny stories about blondes are truthful, but they do not have anything to do with them, they`re exclusively about me! By the way, sometimes I cannot understand a punch line of the funny stories! Oh, yeah! People have to explain me. It`s funny by itself, and so I never spoil parties. Once pupils of our class (in a grammar school) went to peep at ladies` legs from beneath of the partly broken boarded platform of the provincial railway station. The trackwalker noticed them and knowingly inquired: `I see, you`re waiting for an express! Good luck!` When I was told that story from the real life, I could not grasp the meaning, what the `express`, why the `express`? All school tried to explain me this, but in vain. A month later I understood that the trackwalker had meant an express train! A commuter train, blya!
