A man awakens in a hospital bed and the doctor greets him, saying, "Welcome back! You probably don't remember what happened. You were in a serious auto accident and have been unconcious for a few days, but you're gonna be fine."

The man brightens up a bit.

The doctor continues, "There is one problem we need to discuss, though. During the accident you lost your...your...your...most vital member and it could not be recovered due to the fire that followed."

The man looks a bit worried as he gropes under the sheets...

"Not to worry," exclaims the doctor. "With today's advanced technologies, we can fix you up surgically and your new...appendage will actually be as good or better than the one you lost. Of course this procedure is expensive. The operation runs about $2000 per inch, assuming no complications."

The patient perks up in spite of the expense!

"Before making a decision, I suggest talking this whole procedure through with your wife...you see, if you were five inches before and get a nine inch...part, your wife may be a bit put off; on the otherhand, if you were nine inches before and decide to get a five inch...investment, she's liable to be disappointed - so it's important that you reach a decision mutually. I'll return tomorrow to check on you, meantime, discuss your options and make your decision with your wife."

Next day the doctor comes to check. "Have you and your wife made a decision?"

"We have, doc."

"So what's it gonna be?"

"We decided, we to get...a new kitchen."

OK. I got the blonde joke.

Maybe I am more blonde than I think I am . . . but I just don't get it.

Earline,
the joke implies, for no good reason whatsoever of course, that some women would rather spend money on new kitchen than replacement of poor husband's lost "not so vital" organs.