I don't usually tell blonde jokes, but here goes...
A good-lookin' blonde lady is interviewing for a desk job at a police station. Enamored with the prospect of an attractive coworker, the cheif condescendingly asked her several questions to make the frivalous interview seem legitimate.
"What's two plus two?"
"Four," said the blonde.
"Uh-huh. Then, what's one hundred divided by 10?" The cheif asked smilingly.
"Ten?" she replied nervously.
"Good. Who killed Abraham Lincoln?" the chief questioned.
"Um....Ummmm.....I don't know." the blonde said worriedly.
"That's alright," the chief reassured, "Why don't you try and find out, and come back to start work tomorrow."
Excited with her successful interview, she drove home with the parking brake on (nothing to do with joke, just like adding that). She called her friend to tell her the good news.
"Yeah," she squealed over the phone, "He hired me after the I.Q. test, and now I'm already hard at work investigating a murder case!"
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