Showing posts with label Animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Animals. Show all posts

Friday, 17 August 2012

Helping hands

A group of 3rd, 4th and 5th graders, accompanied by two female teachers, went on a field trip to the local racetrack to learn about thoroughbred horses and the supporting industry, but mostly to see the horses. 

When it was time to take the children to the bathroom, it was decided that the girls would go with one teacher and the boys would go with the other.

The teacher assigned to the boys was waiting outside the men's room when one of the boys came out and told her that none of them could reach the urinal.

Having no choice, she went inside, helped the boys with their pants, and began hoisting the little boys up one by one, holding on to their 'wee-wees' to direct the flow away from their clothes.

As she lifted one, she couldn't help but notice that he was unusually well endowed. 

Trying not to show that she was staring the teacher said, "You must be in the 5th grade." 

No, ma'am', he replied. "I'm riding Silver Arrow in the seventh race, but I appreciate your help." 

Thursday, 4 August 2011

Amish driving

An Amish lady is trotting down the road in her horse and buggy when she is pulled over by a cop.

"Ma'am, I'm not going to ticket you, but I do have to issue you a warning. You have a broken reflector on your buggy."

"Oh, I'll let my husband, Jacob, know as soon as I get home."

"That's fine. Another thing, ma'am. I don't like the way that one rein loops across the horse's back and around one of his balls. I consider that animal abuse. That's cruelty to animals. Have your husband take care of that right away!"

Later that day, the lady is home telling her husband about her encounter with the cop. "Well, dear, what exactly did he say?"

"He said the reflector is broken."

"I can fix that in two minutes. What else?"

"I'm not sure, Jacob ... something about the emergency brake..."

Sunday, 24 July 2011

Smart dogs

A farmer wonders how many sheep he has, so he asks his sheepdog to count.

“So what’s the verdict?” the farmer asks when the dog is done.

“Forty.”

“Huh?” the farmer says, looking puzzled. “I only had thirty-eight.”

“I know,” the dog says. “But I rounded them up.”