[Romantic Old Bird]

Subject: Horses!

A man is sitting reading his newspaper when the wife sneaks up behind
him and whacks him on the head with a frying pan.

"What was that for?" he asks.

"That was for the piece of paper in your trouser pockets with the name Mary Ellen written on it," she replies.

"Don't be silly," he says,

"If you remember, two weeks ago when I went to the races, Mary Ellen was the name of one of the horses I bet on."

His wife apologizes profusely, kisses his head better and gets him an aspirin.

Three days later he's again sitting in his chair reading when she nails him with an even bigger frying pan, knocking him out cold.

As he comes round, he asks groggily,

"What was that for?!"

She responded,

"Your horse phoned."