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The Revenoor, a most astute gentleman from out west, sent this one about a bus ride…

Two bowling teams, one comprised of all blonde ladies and the other of all brunettes, chartered a double-decker bus for a weekend trip to Louisiana.

The brunette team rode on the bottom level of the bus, and the blonde team rode on the top level.

Down below, the brunette team could be heard as they really whooped it up. They were reallyhaving a great time, when one of brunettes realized she hadn't heard anything from the blondes upstairs and decided that she'd go up and investigate.

When the brunette reached the top, she found all the blondes sitting in fear, staring straight ahead at the road. They sat clutching the seats in front of them so tightly that their knuckles were white.

The brunette asked, "What the heck's going on up here? We're having a great time downstairs! What is wrong?"

One of the blondes looked up at her, swallowed hard and, in a voice that was barely a whisper, croaked: "Yeah, but you've got a driver!"
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