Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Horse shopping and Lightbulbs
All this horse shopping reminded me of this old series of jokes:
HOW MANY HORSES DOES IT TAKE TO CHANGE A LIGHTBULB?
THOROUGHBRED: Who ME?? Do WHAT? I'm scared of light bulbs! I'm outta
ARABIAN: Someone else do it. It might get my silky mane dirty and
besides, who's gonna read me the instructions?
QUARTER HORSE: Put all the bulbs in a pen and tell me which one you
want. (this is precisely why I'm in the market for a quarter horse - winter)
STANDARDBRED: Oh for Pete's Sake, give me the @$%# bulb and let's be
done with it. (hmmm. or a standardbred)
SHETLAND: Give it to me. I'll kill it and we won't have to worry about
it anymore. (right. no shetlands.)
FRIESIAN: I would, but I can't see where I'm going from behind all
BELGIAN: Put the Shetland on my back, maybe he can reach it then.
WARMBLOOD: Is the 2nd Level Instruction Packet in English? Doesn't
anyone realize that I was sold for $75K as a yearling, but only
because my hocks are bad, otherwise I would be worth $100K? I am NOT
changing lightbulbs. Make the TB get back here and do it.
MORGAN: Me! Me! Me! Pleeease let me! I wanna do it! I'm gonna do it! I
know how, really I do! Just watch! My parole officer said it's okay,
really! And when we're done we can go over to the neighbor's and chase
their cats! (I WAS considering a Morgan, but now I'm not so sure)
APPALOOSA: Ya'll are a bunch of losers. We don't need to change the
lightbulb, I ain't scared of the dark. And someone make that #$%@
Morgan stop jumping up and down before I double barrel him.
PAINT: What color lightbulb would you like?
FJORD: That thing I ate was a lightbulb?
Typed in a hurry by Winter Prosapio