"We don't have any," replied the first blonde.
"Well, if you're going to fish, you need fishing licenses," said the Game Warden.
"But officer," replied the second blonde, "we aren't fishing.
We all have magnets at the end of our lines and we're collecting debris off the bottom of the river."
The Game Warden lifted up all the lines and, sure enough, there were horseshoe magnets tied on the end of each line.
"Well, I know of no law against it," said the Game Warden.
"Take all the debris you want." And with that, he left.
As soon as the Game Warden was out of sight, the three blondes started laughing hysterically.
"What a dumb Fish Cop," the second blonde said to the other two.
"Doesn't he know that there are steelhead trout in this river?"
Funny Blonde Clean Jokes -- Blonde Fishing Jokes
Two blondes rented a rowboat and went fishing in a lake.
They caught fish after fish.
By the end of the afternoon, they had almost two dozen.
One said to the other, "Why don't we come back to the very same place tomorrow?"
"Good idea," her friend answered.
So the first blonde took a piece of chalk and drew an X on the bottom of the boat.
"Don't be stupid!" the friend said. " How do you know we'll get the same boat tomorrow?"
Funny Blonde Clean Jokes -- Fishy Funny Blonde Clean Jokes
Fred and his blonde wife went fishing.
They found a nice spot besides a lake and cast their lines.
For an hour or two nothing happens, but then Fred's wife yelled, "Honey, come quick I got a bite."
So Fred rush to his wife but her line is lying flat and there's no movement.
Fred said, "your line is not moving hon, no one is biting".
"I got a bite", she insist.
"Where ?" asks Fred.
"Yes, mosquito bite."
Funny Blonde Clean Jokes -- Icy Blonde Funny Jokes -- Ice Fishing
decided she needed a
new and different winter hobby.
She went to the bookstore and bought every book she could find on ice fishing.
For weeks she read and studied, hoping to become an expert in the field.
Finally she decided she knew enough and she went out for her first ice fishing trip.
She carefully gathered up and packed all the tools and equipment needed.
When she got to the ice, she found a quiet little area, placed her padded stool and carefully laid out her tools.
Just as she was about to make her first cut into the ice, a booming voice from the sky bellowed, "There are no fish under the ice!!"
Startled, the blonde grabbed up all her belongings, moved further along the ice, poured some hot chocolate from her thermos, and started to cut a new hole.
Again the voice from above bellowed, "There are no fish under the ice!!"
Amazed, the blonde was not quite sure what to do as this certainly was not covered in any of her books.
She packed up her gear and moved to the far side of the ice.
Once there, she stopped for a few moments to regain her calm.
Then she was extremely careful to set everything up perfectly - tools in the right place, chair positioned just right.
Just as she was about to cut this new hole, the voice came again.
"There are no fish under the ice!!"
Petrified, the blonde looked skyward and asked, "Is that You, Lord?"
The voice boomed back, "NO THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE SKATING RINK!"