Quotes About Blonde

She was what we used to call a suicide blonde-- dyed by her own hand.

Q: How do you confuse a blonde? A: You don't. They're born that way.

Q: What do you call a blonde behind a steering wheel? A: Airbag.

Q: What do you call it when a blonde dyes her hair brunette? A: Artificial intelligence.

Q: Why did the blonde stare at the can of frozen orange juice? A: Because it said "Concentrate.

Q: What did the blonde say when she opened the box of Cheerios? A: "Honey, look at this—doughnut seeds.

Q: Why did the blonde put lipstick on her forehead? A: Because she was trying to make up her mind.

Q: Why did the blonde climb over the glass wall? A: To see what was on the other side.

Q: What's the mating call of the blonde? A: "I am sooooo drunk!

Dez, on the other hand, was pure backcountry Pennsylvania; a blue-eyed blonde who could have been a model for fitness equipment if not for what JT personally viewed as an overactive redneck gene.

Blonde symbolises sexuality and power - it holds very different connotations. The archetypal star has always been blonde.

Weirdly enough, in my 14 years of modeling, I've only worn a blonde wig three times. I have no idea why I've never been given the option to really try blonde as a model. But here I am doing it on my own.

I like to go super blonde early in the spring because the sun's out and it helps keep that tone.

Both: There's been some confusion for you see my roommate is ... Galinda: Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe. Elphaba: ... Blonde.

Brunette is who I am obviously, it's my core. Blonde Kim is this alter ego; she has a vibe to her that I love.

I was in love with a beautiful blonde once. She drove me to drink. That's the one thing I'm indebted to her for.

Grandma Natasha was sitting in the tent watching public service announcements on TV. They were showing a blond model in a bikini doing the backstroke in a river of blood flowing along Arlozorov Street. "She's not a real blonde," Grandma Natasha grumbled, pointing at the model. "She has it bleached.

I was blessed with blonde hair and a baby face - well, I don't know if you'd call that blessed - I don't even remember when I started shaving.

I was never a dangerous woman. I'm not the prissy blonde woman that could take your husband away.

My hair got lighter, and I gradually went blonde. I liked it. Had more fun. But my image of myself in my head is this dark-haired person.

I think the best thing I've written is a story called 'The Boxer and the Blonde.' It's a piece about Billy Conn, the white would-be heavyweight champion of the world, who lived in Pittsburgh.

When you say 'specialty clubs'—?" "Let's see. If you care for flaxen-haired women, you go to On Golden Blonde. That's on the second floor, far right. If you're into African-American men, you head up to the third floor and visit a place called—you might like this, Mr. Bolitar—Malcolm Sex." Myron

When I was modeling in Japan, I could blend in a little because of my hair, but my roommates with blonde hair got harassed. People would touch their hair and grope them in the subway. Actually, a lot of groping happens in the subway in Japan, but that's probably true of subways everywhere.

Politics is terrifying, very masculine, and not particularly encouraging to young blonde women - as a career, that is - and it was only when I was working in parliament that I thought to myself, 'Well, this is a tough industry; can an acting career be any more intimidating?' and I applied to drama school.