Friday, December 4, 2009

The Open Primary Sprint

The names of the candidates for the open primary to select my successor are due soon. With just over a week to go, this is now more a sprint than a Grand National.

Here are some racing jokes to keep going until the riders are put under the starter’s orders:

- The tipster said this horse would walk in. It did, but all the others galloped.
- I bet on a great horse yesterday! It took seven horses to beat him.
- The horse I bet on was so slow, the jockey kept a diary of the trip.


This man was sitting quietly reading his paper one morning, peacefully enjoying himself, when his wife sneaks up behind him and whacks him on the back of his head with a huge frying pan.
He asks, "What was that for?"
She replies, "What was that piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Marylou written on it?"
He says, "Oh honey, remember two weeks ago when I went to the horse races? Marylou was the name of one of the horses I bet on."
She is appeased and goes off to work around the house. Three days later he is once again sitting in his chair reading and she repeats the frying pan swatting.
He says, "What's that for this time?"
She answered, "Your horse called."

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