A guy gets on a plane and finds himself seated next to a cute blonde.
(He didn’t realize she was actually one brunette from Wai’anae who wen dye her hair blonde AND she was one tita.) He immediately turns to her and makes his move.
“You know,” he says, “I’ve heard that flights will go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger. So let’s talk.”
The blonde tita, who had just opened her magazine, closes it slowly and says to the guy, “Sooooo, what you like talk about then?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” says the guy. “How about nuclear power?”
“OK!” says the blonde tita. “Sound interesting, but I like ask you one question first. Get one horse, one cow, and one deer and dey all eat da same kine stuff - grass. But when da deer make doodoo, get cute, small kine pellets; da cow make da kine flat kine patties; and da horse make da kine doodoo look like muffins. So why you tink dat is?”
The guy is dumbfounded. Finally he replies, “I haven’t the slightest idea.”
“So tell me,” says the blonde tita, “How come you tink you qualified fo’talk about nucleah powah when you don’t know shit?”
MORAL OF DA STORY: Wotchout, TITAS KNOW SHIT!
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