After hours of drunking heavily, Bob is sitting in a bar when, through his bloodshot eyes, he notices a figure sitting next to him. Feeling very jovial, the bloke turns to the blurry figure and says: ”Do you want to hear a blonde joke?”
The figure next to him snorts. ”Listen, matt,” comes a female voice, ”I weigh 175lbs and am the British women’s kick-boxing champion. I am alos blonde. My blonde friend next to me weighs 190lbs and is the Women’s European arm-wrestling champion.
Finally, my other friend at the end of the bar weighs 235lbs and is the Women’s Worldpower-lifting champion. She, too, is a natural blonde. Now, do you still want to tell that blonde joke?”
The guy pondered this for a while.....
”Hmmm,” he replied finally, ”Not if I have to explain it three times.”
The wimp who made it through the eliminations on luck alone will suddenly turn into Bruce Lee when you’re up against him.
The referee will always be looking the other way when you score.
You will have trouble with the ties on your dobok pants when members of the opposite sex are in class.
The day you leave work early to make it to class on time, the instructor will be sick.
The instructor will only use you during demonstrations for joint-locking techniques.
If you have to use your training in self-defense, your attacker’s father will be a lawyer.
After a flawless demonstration, you will trip on your way back to your seat.
After years of training without a single injury, you will pull a groin muscle the night before your black belt exam.
In an otherwise vacant locker room, the only other person will have the locker right next to yours.
No matter how many times you take care of it before your promotion exam, you will invariably have to go to the bathroom when it’s your turn.