Your Horse called.. >Bar, Bar, Bar...Bar, Barbara Ann...
>
>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.
>
>MAN: "What was that for?"
>
>WIFE: "What was that piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name
>Barbara Ann written on it?"
>
>MAN: "Oh honey, remember two weeks ago when I went to the horse races?
>Barbara Ann was the name of one of the horses I bet on."
>
>The wife looked all satisfied, apologizes, and goes off do work around the
>house.
>
>Three days later he is once again sitting in his chair reading and she
>repeats the frying pan swatting.
>
>MAN: "What the heck was that for this time?"
>
>WIFE: "Your horse called." 刁蛮小公主â„¢ *~Nothing HuRts mOre tHen RealiSinG hE mEaNt EvErYtHinG tO yOu, bUt YoU mEaNt nOtHiNg tO Him~*
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