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Horse Races...
A man was sitting quietly reading his paper one morning, peacefully
enjoying himself, when his wife snuck up behind him and clobbered him on
the back of the head with a frying pan.
"What was that for?" the man 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."
The 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 snuck up behind him and again
hit him on the head with a cast-iron frying pan.
"What's that for this time?" the man shouted, clutching his head.
She said, "your horse called."
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