Rapier wit

One Easter I went to a point to point race meeting for a bit of a flutter. The 3rd race came and walking around the show ring was a prancing, light footed beautiful thoroughbred among a load of stocky lumpy looking horses. I went to a bookies there appeared to be some mistake because no one else seemed able to see the fact that this horse was like Usane Bolt against the national team of asthmatics because it was on at 5/1. So I put every bit of mine & my girlfriends money on the horse, which won by about 2 miles. Loaded up with cash we celebrated with a fair few drinks.

Now a bit pissed I decided to have a look at the other stalls. There was a outfitters, I tried on a ridiculous hat. There was a pet supplies I scored some cat nip for my cat. Then I came to the next stall, it was a stall all about fox hunting I was appalled (I naively didn't know a point to point race was for hunting horses) I was looking through the leaflets & books with a sour look on my face when I was approached by some ruddy faced git in tweed.

"Interested in fox hunting?"
"No I think it's disgusting, Oscar Wild said it was the unthinkable in pursuit of the inedible. I say it's cunts......." I struggled to think of any thing "being cunts" I finished triumphantly and left.

That told him
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Mon 28 Nov 2011, 14:29, 1 reply)

My housemate asked me the other week if the fact that he'd recently been on a drag fox hunt with his very posh dad lowered my opinion of him.
I replied: "Not a bit."
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Mon 28 Nov 2011, 15:18, closed)