The Race
A fellow got up one Saturday morning with the odd feeling that something about this day was to be different.
Something unusual was about to happen today. He glanced out the window at the thermometer: 33 degrees. He went downstairs - the clock had stopped at 3 o'clock. He picked up the newspaper and read the date: the 3rd of the month.
Threes - that was it!
He grabbed the paper and flipped it open to the racing section. Sure
enough in the 3rd race, there was a horse named Trio! The fellow hurried
to the bank, drew out his life savings and bet it all on the horse to
win.
When the Race finished the horse finished 3rd.
+ نوشته شده در دوشنبه دوازدهم مهر ۱۳۸۹ ساعت 0:1 توسط Zabih Javanbakht
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به شما كاربر گرامي سلام عرض مي كنم . اميدوارم در اين وبلاگ دقايق خوبي را سپري كنيد.