A Hottie Blonde comes into a bar very down on herself.
She says to the Bartender "I'll have a tall Draft?"
The bartender Taps her a tall draft and says, "what's up?"
Hottie replies, "I've got these two horses 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."
The bartender, feels sorry for this sweetheart, tries to think of something he can do.
"Why don't you try shaving the tail of one of the horses?"
Our Hottie stops sobbing and says, "that sounds like a good idea, I think I'll try it."
A few months later she comes back to the bar in worse condition than she was before.
"What's the matter now?" the bartender asks.
The Hot Blonde, in no condition to be in public, answers,
"I shaved the tail of one of the horses
but it grew back, I can't tell them apart again!"
The bartender, now just wanting her to shut up or leave says,
"Why don't you try shaving the mane,
maybe that will not grow back."
Our Hottie once again stops crying, has a few drinks, and leaves.
A few months later the Hottie is back in the bar.
The bartender has never seen anybody in this sorry of a state.
Without the bartender even asking She says, " I shaved the mane
of one of the (sniff) horses, and… it… it… grew back!"
The bartender says, "for crying out loud, just measure them.
Perhaps one is slightly taller than the other one!"
She rushes out without even having a brew!
The Bartender sighs! The next day the Blonde comes
running back into the bar as if she had just won the lottery.
"It worked, it worked!" she exclaims.
"I measured the horses and the black one
is two inches taller than the white one!"