A Blonde Calls Her Boyfriend And Says

“Please come over and help me. I have a challenging jigsaw puzzle, and I can’t figure out how to get started.”

Her boyfriend asks,

“What is it supposed to be when it’s finished?”

The blonde replies,

“According to the picture on the box, it’s a rooster.”

A Blonde Calls Her Boyfriend And Says

Her boyfriend decides to go over and help with the puzzle. When he arrives, he sees puzzle pieces scattered all over the table. He takes a moment to examine the pieces and then looks at her with a smile,

“First of all, no matter how we try, these pieces won’t resemble a rooster. Secondly, let’s not stress about it. How about we have a nice cup of tea and… put all these Corn Flakes back in the box?”

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