Frank from Eldorado:
What would you call the second jewel in the crown of horse races if it was run by genetically deformed horses?

Freakness.

A really old guy was lasciviously staring and gawking at comely young lady for the longest time. Suddenly, he walked over to her, loudly broke wind and touched her on the derriere in a rather inappropriate way. Later, when the young lady described the incident she said of the old guy:

“He was a gazer, gasser, gooser geezer.”

Franks says, “The second is not a pun, but I send it anyways. I dreamt it up on a long drive on I69 in Indiana… P.S. apologies for the word ‘lure in the boll weevil pun. Perhaps ‘ruse’ would have been better?”

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