Blonde And The Walkman
One of my brighter friends goes into the beauty and hair parlor with his Walkman on his head.
"I need to take that Walkman off your head," says the beauty specialist.
"You can't! I'll die!" retorts my friend.
"I can't cut your hair with the walkman on your ears!" says the beauty specialist getting annoyed.
"I said you can't take it off, or I'll die!"
The beauty specialist, outraged and flustered, grabs the Walkman and throws it off the head of my friend. Within seconds, my friend turns blue. The specialist picks up the Walkman and cranks it up full blast and put it back on my friend.
My friend begins to breath again as everyone listens in silence to the tape repeating these words, "breath in, breath out, breath in".