How Many Horses Does It Take To Change A Light Bulb?
Thoroughbred: Who ME?? Do WHAT? I'm scared of light bulbs! I'm outta here!
Arabian: I changed it an hour ago. C'mon you guys - catch up!
Quarter Horse: Put all the bulbs in a pen and tell me which one you want.
Standardbred: Oh for Pete's Sake, give me the darn bulb and let's be done
Shetland: Give it to me. I'll kill it and we won't have to worry about it
Friesian: I would, but I can't see where I'm going from behind all this mane.
Belgian: Put the Shetland on my back, maybe he can reach it then.
Warmblood: Is the 2nd Level Instruction Packet in English? Doesn't anyone
realize that I was sold for $75K as a yearling, but only because my hocks are
bad, otherwise I would be worth $100K? I am NOT changing light bulbs. Make the
TB get back here and do it.
Morgan: Me! Me! Me! Pleeease let me! I wanna do it! I'm gonna do it! I know
how, really I do! Just watch! I'll rewire the barn after, too.
Appaloosa: Ya'll are a bunch of losers. We don't need to change the light
bulb, I ain't scared of the dark. And someone make that darn Morgan stop
jumping up and down before I double barrel him.
Haflinger: That thing I ate was a light bulb?
Mustang: Light bulb? Who needs a light bulb? Let's go on a trail ride,
instead. And camp. Out in the open like REAL horses.
Lipizzaner: Hah, amateurs. I will change the light bulb. Not only that, but
I will do it while standing on my hind legs and balancing it on my nose,
after which I will perform seven flying lead changes in a row and a capriole. Can
you do that? Huh? Huh? Didn't think so.
Miniature: I bet you think I can't do it just cause I'm small. You know what
that is? It's sizeism!
Akhal Teke: I will only change it if it's my owner's light bulb and no one
else has ever touched it.
Andalusian: I will delegate the changing of the light bulb to my personal
groom after he finishes shampooing my mane and cleaning my saddle, but only on
the condition that it is changed for a soft blue or green bulb, which
reflects better off my coat while I exhibit my astonishing gaits.
Cleveland Bay: I'm busy. Make the whipper-in and the hounds do it.
Saddlebred: My ears are up already, please, please get the light bulb away
from me! I'm ready to show, really, I promise I'll win!
Paint: Put all the light bulbs in a pen, tell me which one you want, and my
owner will bet you twenty bucks I can get it before the quarter horse.
POA: I'm not changing it. I'm the one who kicked the old one and broke it in
the first place, remember? Now, excuse me, I have a grain room to break into.
Grade Horse: Guys? Um, guys? I hope you don't mind, but I went ahead and
changed it while you were all arguing.
Brood Mare: Oh my god, it's light in here, it's supposed to be dark at this
time in December, shit, now I'm in heat again.