Saturday, September 4, 2010

High Horse
































Woman: Sniff What do I smell?

Horse: Nothing, baby.

Woman: Is that...marijuana? Were you smoking pot in your stall?

Horse: No baby, I swear. You know I'm not into that stuff.

Woman: I told you I didn't like you hanging out with that herd. You're a frickin' purebred. Are you willing to ruin your future - our future - just so you can party it up with the guys?

Horse: Well, in the interest of full disclosure, there were a few fillies rolling in the hay, too.

Woman: You can bet I'll be beating a dead horse tonight.

Horse: Damn, baby. Even when you're mad, you're kinky.

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