A blonde and a lawyer are seated next to each other on a flight from LA to NY.

The lawyer asks if she would like to play a game.

The blonde, who's tired and just wants to take a nap, politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks. The lawyer persists and says the game is easy and a lot of fun.

He explains, "I ask you a question, and if you don't know the answer, you pay me $5.00, and vice versa."

Again, she declines and tries to get some sleep.

The lawyer, now agitated, says, "Okay, if you don't know the answer you pay me $5.00, and if I don't know the answer, I will pay you $500.00."

This catches the blonde's attention; and figuring there will be no end to this torment unless she plays, she agrees to the game.

The lawyer asks the first question:

"What's the distance from the earth to the moon?" The blonde doesn't say a word, reaches into her purse, pulls out a $5.00 bill, and hands it to the lawyer. "Okay," says the lawyer, "it's your turn."

She asks the lawyer, "What goes up a hill with three legs but comes down with four legs?"

The lawyer, puzzled, takes out his laptop computer and searches all his references--no answer.

He taps into the airphone with his modem and searches the Net and the Library of Congress--no answer.

Frustrated, he sends e-mails to all his friends and coworkers, to no avail. After an hour, he wakes the blonde and hands her $500.

The blonde says "Thank you" and turns back to get some more sleep.

The lawyer, who is more than a little miffed, wakes the blonde and asks, "Well, what's the answer?"

Without a word, the blonde reaches into her purse, hands the lawyer $5.00, and goes back to sleep.

lol Good on you blondie.

What's going to be the next question? Is blondie just going to keep asking stupid questions and get $500 for it?

The lawyer's next question will probably be, "can we stop playing this game?"

You guys owe me $500 if you can't answer these questions.

I hope you’re not crowing about some crowd of third rate NESB stool-eaters, old boy. We’re all Australians here.

One Nation under Mother England, isn’t it. Anything else would be race hustling, no?

We won’t have that here, you know.

One day, on a flight from Melbourne to Sydney, the Stewardess in the cabin noted a tall, leggy Blonde women get up from her seat in the Economy section and walk forward and sit down in a spare seat in First Class.

She went and asked the Blonde if she had a First Class ticket.  She explained that the seats in First Class were reserved for First Class ticket holders.

The Blonde looked blankly at her and declared, "I'm going to Sydney and I am a First Class person".   No amount of telling her that she needed a First Class ticket would suffice to convince her to return to her seat in Economy.

Becoming exasperated, the Stewardess went forward to the cockpit and explained the situation to the aircraft Captain.   The Captain said he'd go and talk to the Blonde.

He too was unable to convince her to go back to her seat in Economy.   All he got was the same blank look and the declaration, "I'm going to Sydney and I am a First Class person".  The Captain returned to the cockpit exasperated.  The Co-Pilot declared he could move the Blonde.  The Captain said, "Yeah, OK, how much you going to put in it?" They made a $50 bet.

The Co-Pilot went aft and was observed to lean down and whisper in the Blonde's ear.  The Blonde then exclaimed, "Oh!"  And got up and went back to her seat in Economy.   The Co-Pilot returned to the cockpit, followed by the Stewardess.   The Captain and the Stewardess demanded to know what he'd said.   The Co-Pilot replied, "It was easy.  My wife is a Blonde.  I talk fluent Blonde as a consequence.  I just told her that, 'the First Class Section wasn't landing in Sydney but Economy was'."

The Captain paid him his $50.