Gonna write a bestselling romance novel.

Gonna be about a beautiful woman falling in love with a Montana horse rancher — although he has a debilitating cold and a sore throat.

Gonna call it The Hoarse Whisperer.

Am I brilliant or what?  Let’s take a vote — yea or neigh?  (Quit stallion.)

Hey, it can’t all be “A” material, alright?  And when you’re sick with a nasty cold, you write jokes like this.

Please — nobody tell me if this pun has been done before.  I’m tired of learning that time travelers are stealing my jokes and then posting them in the past.

And if you argue this joke is bad, then I demand equus time.

[Update: OMG, I kid you not — right after I posted this, I picked up a new WordPress follower named “Horst.”  You can’t make this stuff up, people. (And if you are reading this, my new German friend, I do not mean to offend you.)]

 

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