A blind guy pushes his way into a bar, snickering to himself. “Yo, Jack!” he called out.

The bartender looked over to him. “Yeah, Horace. I’m over here.”

Horace made his way to the bar and settled on a stool, still privately snickering. “Say,” he said. “Say, who wants to hear a great blonde joke?"

The bar fell to utter silence, and Jack slowly raised his head from the sink, just staring at the blind man. A big guy sitting at the bar leaned toward Horace.

“Before you tell that joke,” the guy offered, his tone deathly hushed, “I think you should know a few things. First of all, the bartender is blonde. Second, the bouncer is blonde. Third, I'm a 6' tall, blonde, 200 lb black belt. The guy sitting next to me is also blonde. He’s 6' 2, weighs 225, and enjoys playing rugby. Finally, the guy to your right is about 6' 5", pushing 300, and he's a pro-wrestler. Each of us is blonde, mister. Now, you think about it really hard. You still think you wanna tell that joke?"

Thinking over the situation as it had been described to him, the blind man reached into his pocked and tossed a ten on the bar. "Naw. Gimme a beer, Jack,” he said, shaking his head. He turned to the fellow next to him. “I wanna thank you, though,” he said. “I’m obviously at a great disadvantage, being blind and all.” He chuckled. “That was really close. The last thing I would ever want to have to do is explain the same joke five separate times."

Dan