A blonde was taking helicopter lessons. The instructor said, “I’ll radio you every 1,000 feet to see how you are doing.”
At 1,000 feet, the instructor radioed her and she said she was doing great. At 2,000 feet, he said she was still doing well.
Right before she got to 3,000 feet, the propeller stopped, and she twirled to the ground. The instructor ran to where she crashed and pulled her out of the helicopter. Fortunately, she was not badly injured. He asked her, “What went wrong?”
The blonde said, “At around 2,500 feet I started to get cold, so I turned the big fan off.”
And that, my friends, is why you don’t eat peanut butter and pickle sandwiches while perched upon a turnip truck swatting mosquitoes…huh?
My silliness used to drive Ryan crazy. Still does, I suppose. He just can’t do anything about it at the moment, so I’ll keep on being silly until he sits up and thumps the top of me noggin’.