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.
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