BAD JOKES

[crickleymal]

There are three race horses sitting in a pub (as they do). The first one says, "A strange thing happened to me the other day. I was in the 1:30 at Lingfield, trailing the rest when suddenly, I felt a sharp stinging pain in the rear, startled me so much I passed the rest and won the race".
The second horse says, "That's a funny thing, I was in the 2:30 at Chepstow on Saturday. Trailing the pack like you, then sudden stinging sensation, whoosh, right past the rest of them and won by two lengths".
The third horse says "The same thing happened to me in the 4pm in Cheltenham, losing, sharp pain startling me so much I bolted and won the race."
A greyhound sitting at the next table leant over, "Excuse me, " he said, "I couldn't help overhearing your stories. I was in the 8 o'clock at White City. Last out of the trap and trailing. Suddenly I felt a sharp stinging pain, I was so shocked I passed the hare and won the race."
The first horse turned to the others and said "Bugger me! A talking greyhound!"