A Blonde Hottie comes into her bar very upset!
She greats the bartender and he asks, "what's the matter?"
Well, the Blonde hottie in halter and short shorts says,
"I've got these two-barrel racing horses (sniff, sniff), and well…
I can't tell them apart. I don't know if I'm mixing up riding times
or even feeding them the right foods especially before working them."
The bartender, feeling sorry for the blonde chick regular
tries to think of something he can do.
"Why don't you try shaving the tail of one of the horses?"
Our Blondo Hot Chick orders a couple shots, slams them and says,
"that sounds like a good idea, I think I'll try it."
A few months later Blondo comes back to the bar in worse condition than before.
"What's the matter now?" the bartender asks.
Blondo, in a heartbreaking sob answers,
"I shaved the tail of one of the horses (sob, sob),
but it grew back and I can't tell them apart again!"
The bartender, now just wanting to give her a plan says,
"Maybe shave off the Mane of one can help?"
So, Blondo slows the crying, thinks a bit, slams her 4th shot glass and leaves.
A few months later Our BlondO is back in the bar.
The Bars bartender has never seen anybody in this sorry of a state.
Without the bartender even asking the Blonde says,
"I.. I shaved the (sob) mane of one of the (sniff) horses, and… it… it… grew back!"
The bartender, now still intent to help Blondo says,
"For crying out loud, just measure the height of both horses.
Perhaps one is slightly taller than the other one!"
Blondo think about what the bartender has just said over another shot
and goes back to the pasture.
The next day our BlondO Hottie comes back into the bar
as if she had just won the lottery.
"It worked, it worked!" she exclaims after 6 shots and says,
"I measured my horses and the black one is
two inches taller than the white one!"