Your horse called

A man sat quietly reading his morning paper one Sunday morning. 

 

Suddenly, he is knocked almost senseless by his wife, who stands behind him holding a frying pan¹ in hand.

 

Man: What was that for?

 

Wife: Why do you have a piece of paper in your pocket with "Daisy" written on it?

 

Man: Oh honey, don't you remember two weeks ago when I went to the horseraces? Marylou was the name of the horse I bet² on.

 

The wife was satisfied, and appologized for bonking him.

 

Three days later he is again sitting reading the paper when once again he is bonked on the head.

 

Man: What's that for this time?

 

Wife: Your horse called.

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