High Urinals

[Patrick]

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.
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>When it was time to take the children to the bathroom, it was decided the girls would go with one teacher and the boys would go with the other. The teacher assigned to the boys, Michelle, 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.
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>Having no choice, Michelle went inside, helped the boys with their pants, and began hoisting the little boys up, one by one, holding on to their 'wee-wees' to direct the flow away from their clothes.
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>As she lifted one, 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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[old2soon]

I'm just cursed glad I had set my coffee down BEFORE I read dat!!  OTHERWISE my screen would have been drippin coffee!  RIDE SAFE.

[John Schmidt]

A true story about my eldest daughter when teaching 5th graders. One day she was having a problem(as always) with one particular kid. One of those that liked 5th grade so much he stayed in it for two years?!?!  She asked him to sit down so she could start class, he refused, so she walked back to his seat; he's on one side, she on the other. He suddenly reached out and pinched her on the nipple then ran out of the room and into the boys restroom down the hall. She followed him, stopping outside the door and called for him to come out. He refused, so she gave him to the count of three then walked in.

To her right were five first graders all standing in front of floor mounted urinals and all five in full flow. When she walked in, all five turned to the right to see this female walking in. With all five at full flow, the only one that didn't get a wet leg was the last kid at the far end.

[Rams]

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

I really wish that if she's going to keep telling that story she'd get it right.    The horses name was Sliver Narrow.