Was at Flemington (Australian horse-racing carnival) a week ago, and had some winnings to spend, but didn't know what horse to back in the last.
My mates Bill and Steve had accompanied me to the restroom, and as we had a leak we discussed pooling our money and having one big bet.
Steve suddenly had a brilliant idea of adding up "our inches" and whatever it equaled, that was the horse we'd back.
Steve had his flopped out and said "Well, I've got six!" Bill chirped up with "I've got 4". "C'mon Hoss", they asked, "What's ya length?"
Meekly I replied, "Two."
So off we went to the bookies and put $500 on horse number 12.
Wouldn't ya know it, but horse number 12 comes in at 10 to 1 making us a small fortune. As we go to collect our winnings Steve says "how are we gonna divvy this up? Since I had six inches, being half, I should get half the winnings."
Bill goes, "Well my 4 was a third, so I'll take a third of the prize."
"C'mon guys, hang on a minute...I should get the whole lot!" I exclaimed.
"Don't be stupid", they replied, "how do you figure that??"
"Well, if I didn't have a hard-on, we'd have been on number 11."
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