Betting On The Wrong Horse
Bob was sitting quietly reading his paper one morning, peacefully enjoying
himself, when his wife sneaked up behind him and clobbered him on the back of
his head with a cast-iron frying pan.
“What was that for?” Bob screamed in pain.
“What is this piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Marylou written
on it??
“Oh, honey. Don’t you remember two weeks ago when I went to the horse races?
Marylou was the name of one of the horses I bet on.”
His wife seemed satisfied and headed on to do some work around the house,
feeling a bit sheepish. Three days later the man was once again sitting in his
chair when his wife sneaked up on him and again hit him on the head with a
cast-iron frying pan.
“What’s that for this time?” Bob shouted, clutching his head.
“Your horse just called.”