Thoroughbred: Who ME?? Do WHAT? I'm scared of
lightbulbs! I'm outta here!
Arabian: Someone else do it. It might get my
silky mane dirty and besides, who's gonna read me the instructions?
Quarter Horse: Put all the lightbulbs in a pen
and tell me which one you want.
Standardbred: Oh, for Pete's sake, give me the
damn bulb and let's be done with it.
Shetland: Give it to me. I'll kill it and we
won't have to worry about it anymore.
Welsh: I would, but I can't see where I'm going
from behind all this mane.
Belgian: Put the Shetland up 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 lightbulbs. 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! My
parole officer said it's OK, really! And when we're done we can
go over to the neighbor's and chase their cats!
Appaloosa: Ya'll a bunch of losers. We don't
need to change the lightbulb, I ain't scared of the dark. And
someone make that damn Morgan stop jumping up and down before
I double barrel him.
Haflinger: That thing I ate was a lightbulb?
How
Many Horses Does It Take To Change A Lightbulb?