>>13587403So two blokes own a racehorse called Mr. Right. Bloody fast horse but the problem with this horse is every time he gets out in front he veers to the left, hits the rails, goes ass over tit, hits his head, and he's out of the race.
So one day, the two blokes are in the stands, watching Mr. Right race in the third. And he gets out in front, veers to the left, hits the rails, goes ass over tit, hits his head, and he's out of the race.
And this old bloke goes over to them, and he goes, "I had some money on your horse. He's a fast horse, but the problem is every time he gets out in front he veers to the left, hits the rails, goes ass over tit, hits his head, and he's out of the race.
I've been in the racing game a 40 years. I can fix a horse like that."
And the two blokes get excited, "How would you do that?"
"Horse like that, you need to put a small lead ball behind his left ear."
And the two blokes go "How would you do that?"
"With my fuckin' rifle."
