Humor for Writers – The Writer and the Blonde

One cold winter evening, his muse on strike and diminished by a bad cold, a writer goes down to the nearest bar to get a drink and drown his sorrows.

A luscious blonde is the new barmaid in the place so the writer’s eyes light up.

“Hello there!” he says.

“Hello sir,” she answers,” what would you like to drink?”

“A douvle whisky,” he answers, his stuffed nose hampering his chatting skills. Yet, the writer is determined to flirt with the barmaid so he ignores his impaired speech and continues “Are you dew here?”

“Due!?” exclaims the barmaid tapping her flat stomach with anguish. “A not pregnant, do I look pregnant?”

“Dot at all,” says the writer, desperate to reassure her, “You look wonderful.”

“Ah!” says the blonde, still shaken, “You talk funny you know.”

Seeing his chance, the writer goes out to impress her. “I an a ..rider, you know, I ..ride sorries and dovels.:

“You really talk funny you know,” says the blonde, pouring the whisky, “Make up your mind, are you a bike rider or a lorry driver? And how rhe heck does one ride a shovel?”