Crisis of Conscience
No. No, I won’t do it. Seriously, no -- if you want a caption, how about this:
Fine: horse fucking. You people make me sick.
Friday, May 26, 2006
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Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
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14 comments:
Kristine knew her burning love for Skydancer would never be recognized. But she took solace in the fact that at least she wasn't a damn homosexual.
Kristine knew her burning love for Skydancer would never be recognized. But she took solace in the fact that she wasn't a damn Homosexual.
Shit ....sorry i repeated myself.
"Twinkles eyes twinkled at Twinkie, sure in the knowledge that she would soon be trying once again to take all of his cock."
There, if you won't do it, I will.
--Hewligan
Mary's elephant costume was not up to standard of her friend Jenny's horse costume.
"Don't stint on the Crisco, my sweet little filly."
Barbaro was pleased with her attempt at taking his mind off the race, but he was still going to run the Preakness tomorrow.
Trigger still couldn't quite get it. "Tell me again," he begged Janet."Why's it called riding bareback?"
"Good grief, Binky, you weren't wrong when you said the horse tranquiliser gives you weird dreams"
"This is a one-shot thing we've got goin' on here."
"It's nobody's business but ours."
"You know I ain't queer."
"Me neither."
"Be gentle", whinnied the thoroughbred, "This is my first time."
"This time," said Tracy, "I'm the pitcher."
Jezabel dressed herself promtomply in the knowledge that, yet again her horse whispering had gone too far.
Dasher leaned over to Sally and said,"Was that good for you too?"
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