How does he do it?

Brain surgery to find the secret to my awesome intellect. As usual, science fails to make any head way on figuring it all out. Faith in my god-like being has moved onto the minds of my humble surgeons. Cheating death, once again.

Thirsty for a brew, Blind Willie asks somebody where the closest tavern is. Being told there’s a bar directly to his left, he turns in that direction and unknowingly walks into an all girl biker bar. He manages to get himself up onto a bar stool and orders a pint from the bartender. They strike up a conversation and after a few minutes he asks, “Wanna hear a dumb blonde joke?”Knowing the man can’t see, the bartender answers, “Before you tell that joke, sir, I think it’s only fair to tell you that the bouncer is a 6 foot, 200 pound blonde girl. The two women to your right are both blonde marines. To your left is a professional kick boxer, also blonde, and next to her is a blonde-haired black belt in karate. I, too, am also blonde, and I a keep a Louisville Slugger behind the bar. Still wanna tell that joke?”Blind Willie, take another gulp of his beer and mumbles, “Shit, no. Not if I have to explain it six times.”