curious Jokes - Horse step on it
Bubba was from Alabama and was a stony-decorticate Southern Baptist. He
loved to sneak away to the race track. everybody date he was there betting
on the ponies and losing his shirt when he noticed a priest in harmony broken
onto the on and favour the forehead of a man of the horses lining up
seeking the 4th dog-races. Lo and behold, this horse -- a very long shot --
won the stock. Bubba was most interested to see what the priest did
the next nation.
Sure sufficiency, he watched the holy man path in default onto the ground as the
horses destined for the fifth race lined up, and placed a blessing on the
forehead of one of the horses. Bubba made a beeline for the window
and placed a trifling bet on the horse.
Again, even though another long shot, the horse the minister of the Gospel had
blessed won the breed. Bubba unperturbed his pleasant and anxiously
waited to recognize which horse the preacher bestowed his good fortune on allowing for regarding
the 6th race. The missionary showed, blessed a horse, Bubba bet on it,
and it won! Bubba was in the seventh heaven!!!
As the hour went on, the priest continued gift one of the horses,
and it without exception came in prime. Bubba began to nick in some bad
fat, and by the last race meeting, he knew his wildest dreams were prosperous
to come true. He made a hasty stem at the ATM, withdrew big money
and awaited the churchman's favour that would tell him which horse to
bet on.
be fulfilled to his pattern, the man stepped for all to see onto the track before
the pattern race and blessed the forehead, eyes, ears and hooves of everyone
of the horses.
Bubba wager every cent, and watched the horse come in inanimate last. He was
dumbfounded. He made his respect to the track and when he set up the
confessor, he demanded, "What happened, paterfamilias? All day you blessed
horses and they won. The last race, you blessed a horse and he
accursed. "Now I've lost my savings, thanks to you!!" he complained when
he met the priest on the passage of the racetrack.
The churchwoman nodded wisely and said, "That's the problem with you
Protestants... you can't tell the difference between a lucid
favour and the Last Rites."