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A day at the races
« on: March 28, 2013, 08:55:40 PM »
Two female teachers took a group of students from  grades 1, 2 and 3
for a field trip to Flemington Racecourse.

When it was time to take the children to the toilet, it was
decided that the girls would go with one teacher and the boys would go
with the other.

The teacher assigned to the boys was waiting outside the men's toilet
when one of the boys came out and told her that none of them could
reach the urinal.

Having no choice, she went inside, helped the little boys with their
pants, and began hoisting them up one by one, holding on to their
'wee-wees' to direct the flow away from their clothes and shake them
dry.

As she lifted one boy up, she couldn't help but notice that he was
unusually well endowed. Trying not to show that she was staring at his
equipment the teacher said, 'You must be in Grade 3’?

'No ma'am', he replied. 'I'm riding Black Caviar in the next race, but
I really appreciate your help'
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Re: A day at the races
« Reply #1 on: March 28, 2013, 09:01:03 PM »
Ah, those jockeys!!    :crazy    :grin
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