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Post by fleigerhauptman on Sept 7, 2011 2:23:08 GMT 12
There once was a jockey by the name of Stan Fordell. Now the horse trainer who happened to be just too busy on his property to attend any of the race meetings told Stan to just send him a telegram as to how the horse got on at any of the races. The next week end sure enough a telegram arrives saying: "S.F.S.F.S.F.S.F.". Because the horse was booked to race at 3 more meetings it was decided that instead of returning to the stables at the end of the first race meeting they should just carry on to each subsequent meeting. Anyway: for the next 3 weeks the trainer got the same telegram after every meeting. Not understanding all the s.f."s, he had to wait for the jockey to return to find out what they all meant on asking the jocky he got the reply: "oh that's easy to figure out, I thought you'd know what I meant" says the jockey. "no" says the trainer "i've not been able to figure it out" "well" says the jockey, "it's like this". " STARTED,FARTED,SLIPPED & FELL, SEE YOU FRIDAY,STAN FORDELL"
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Post by Granpa on Sept 7, 2011 9:15:59 GMT 12
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