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A language instructor was explaining to her class that in French, nouns unlike their English counterparts, are grammatically designated as masculine or feminine.

"House", in French, is feminine- "la maison".

"Pencil", in French, is masculine- "Le crayon".

One puzzled student asked, "What gender is a computer?"

The teacher did not know, and the word wasn't in her French dictionary.

So, for fun, she split the calss into two groups appropriately enough, by gender, and asked them to decide whether "computer" should be a masculine or feminine noun. Both groups were required to give four reasons for their recommendation.

The men's group decided that computers should definately be of the feminine gender ("la computer"), because:

1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;

2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;

3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long-term memory for possible later use;

4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your pay check on accessories for it.

The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be masculine ("le computer"), because:

1. In order to get their attention, you have to turn them on;

2. They have a lot of data but they are still clueless;

3. They are suppposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem;

4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you'd waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.

So this blonde chick gets pulled over by a blonde female officer. The cop asks:

"License and registration.."

The blonde looks confused, and the cop - growing impatient, repeats:

"License and registration, ma'am."

The blonde still looks at the cop, puzzled.

The cop then says, "You know, your license - the thing with your picture on it.."

The blonde goes, "Oh!" and hands the cop a small mirror.

The blonde cop looks at the mirror, and says, "Oh, why didn't you tell me you were a cop.. have a good day".

Why does it take longer to build a blonde snowman as opposed to a regular one?

You have to hollow out the head.

Why won't they hire blondes as pharmacists?

They keep breaking the prescription bottles in the typewritters.

Hear about the blonde that got and AM radio?

It took her a month to realize she could play it at night.

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