A blonde has been working in a broom factory since
childhood, despite the state’s strict anti-child labor
laws, and has always been a good worker. But one day,
she storms into her boss’ office. “I quit! That’s it,
I’m not working here anymore!” “Why?” asks the boss.
“What’s the problem?” “I’ve been working here for so
long that I’ve grown the broom bristles between my legs.
I can’t take it anymore.” “Listen,” the boss says.
“That’s perfectly normal. Look, I have those too.”
“Oh, my God!” she exclaims. “It’s worse than I thought!
You’ve also grown a broom handle!”