The Urinal Is Too High


A group of 3rd, 4th, and 5th graders, accompanied by two female teachers, went
on a field trip to the local racetrack, (Churchill Downs) to learn about
thoroughbred horses and the supporting industry (Bourbon), but mostly to see the
horses.



When it was time to take the children to the bathroom, it was decided that the
girls would go with one teacher and the boys would go with the other.



The teacher assigned to the boys was waiting outside the men's room when one of
the boys came out and told her that none of them could reach the urinal.

Having no choice, she went inside, helped the boys with their pants, and began
hoisting the little boys up one by one, holding on to their little 'wee-wees' to
direct the flow away from their clothes.



As she lifted one little guy, she couldn't help but notice that he was unusually
well endowed. Trying not to show that she was staring, the teacher said, "You
must be in the 5th grade."

"No, ma'am," he replied, "I'm riding Silver Arrow in the seventh race, but I
appreciate your help."
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Freedom Isn't Free!

John wrote:
The Urinal Is Too High


A group of 3rd, 4th, and 5th graders, accompanied by two female teachers, went
on a field trip to the local racetrack, (Churchill Downs) to learn about
thoroughbred horses and the supporting industry (Bourbon), but mostly to see the
horses.



When it was time to take the children to the bathroom, it was decided that the
girls would go with one teacher and the boys would go with the other.



The teacher assigned to the boys was waiting outside the men's room when one of
the boys came out and told her that none of them could reach the urinal.

Having no choice, she went inside, helped the boys with their pants, and began
hoisting the little boys up one by one, holding on to their little 'wee-wees' to
direct the flow away from their clothes.



As she lifted one little guy, she couldn't help but notice that he was unusually
well endowed. Trying not to show that she was staring, the teacher said, "You
must be in the 5th grade."

"No, ma'am," he replied, "I'm riding Silver Arrow in the seventh race, but I
appreciate your help."
--

Freedom Isn't Free!

Funny!Â* I had no idea where that one was going.