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11th November 2003, 04:29 PM
Horses in the country...
Its a pretty hot day, around1pm and two male youths are travelling west to a B&S. They have taken a shortcut, along a back road to avoid getting pulled over by the cops, as the WB ute they are in, is probably a little loud. They think
that all the spotlights wouldn't help either. The big girl is thumping along and then all of sudden she starts to cough and splutter, loses all power and dies in the ass.
They are pissed off thinking they will never get there on time. And because of their stupid shortcut there is no passing traffic. Its bloody hot as the sun reaches the middle of the sky, there is bugger all shade and not a house in site, only two old horses standing near the fence.
Ten minutes go by as they argue beneath the bonnet about what the problem is. 'Its the fuel filter' 'No it isn't Dan you dickhead' 'What' says Dan 'I didn't say it was' They continue looking around and then, 'Its the fuel filter'.
They look at each other and Dan says 'I thought I just seen that brown horses lips move' 'Your fuckin stupid' says Mick. 'Its the fuel filter'. 'Shit I think your right' says Mick. They have a look and it appears to be a little dirty but they think it should still be right. They run out of ideas and decide to stick a bit of old garden hose (they just happen to have for leisure activites) where the fuel filter was.
They manage to get the clamps tightened pretty well. Mick kicks the old girl it the guts. She turns over for a while, coughs and splutters and comes to life. Dan shuts the bonnet, jumps in and they are off, big smiles on their dials. After a
couple of kays they stop listening to the engine and Mick says 'Don't you tell anyone that we broke down and a talking brown horse told us what the problem was' 'They will think we are both friggin idiots' Dan knods.
Finally they rock up at the pub where the tickets are being sold, its a bit late so most of the people have left, however there are some old drunks purched up at the bar.
They are buying the tickets when one of the drunks says 'Yous are running a bit late aren't yous' 'Yeah says Dan, we broke down, but a talking horse told us the problem' The old drunk says 'Yous must have been coming along old Slap Dash road was yous' 'Yeah thats right says Mick, how did you know?' The old drunk says 'Was there two horses there?' 'Yep' says Dan 'A brown and a white one' 'Which one was standing closest to the fence?' says the drunk. 'The brown one' says Mick 'Why??'
The old bloke took a gulp of his beer and says 'Lucky, the white horse knows shit about cars'!
Its a pretty hot day, around1pm and two male youths are travelling west to a B&S. They have taken a shortcut, along a back road to avoid getting pulled over by the cops, as the WB ute they are in, is probably a little loud. They think
that all the spotlights wouldn't help either. The big girl is thumping along and then all of sudden she starts to cough and splutter, loses all power and dies in the ass.
They are pissed off thinking they will never get there on time. And because of their stupid shortcut there is no passing traffic. Its bloody hot as the sun reaches the middle of the sky, there is bugger all shade and not a house in site, only two old horses standing near the fence.
Ten minutes go by as they argue beneath the bonnet about what the problem is. 'Its the fuel filter' 'No it isn't Dan you dickhead' 'What' says Dan 'I didn't say it was' They continue looking around and then, 'Its the fuel filter'.
They look at each other and Dan says 'I thought I just seen that brown horses lips move' 'Your fuckin stupid' says Mick. 'Its the fuel filter'. 'Shit I think your right' says Mick. They have a look and it appears to be a little dirty but they think it should still be right. They run out of ideas and decide to stick a bit of old garden hose (they just happen to have for leisure activites) where the fuel filter was.
They manage to get the clamps tightened pretty well. Mick kicks the old girl it the guts. She turns over for a while, coughs and splutters and comes to life. Dan shuts the bonnet, jumps in and they are off, big smiles on their dials. After a
couple of kays they stop listening to the engine and Mick says 'Don't you tell anyone that we broke down and a talking brown horse told us what the problem was' 'They will think we are both friggin idiots' Dan knods.
Finally they rock up at the pub where the tickets are being sold, its a bit late so most of the people have left, however there are some old drunks purched up at the bar.
They are buying the tickets when one of the drunks says 'Yous are running a bit late aren't yous' 'Yeah says Dan, we broke down, but a talking horse told us the problem' The old drunk says 'Yous must have been coming along old Slap Dash road was yous' 'Yeah thats right says Mick, how did you know?' The old drunk says 'Was there two horses there?' 'Yep' says Dan 'A brown and a white one' 'Which one was standing closest to the fence?' says the drunk. 'The brown one' says Mick 'Why??'
The old bloke took a gulp of his beer and says 'Lucky, the white horse knows shit about cars'!