I used to know a lass who ran a stable
One day she was asked to assist in just such an endeavour. Off she tootled on the train from Bradford to Halifax to lend her expertise to the horsey folk of the Calder valley. The stallion in question was a bit old and wobbly and did exactly what your man there did - fell off at the crucial moment spluffing horse jizz all over my pal. It doesn't smell nice you know, not on a hot summers day on a train all the way home.
(, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 12:06, Reply)
Haha
Given the size of horses, I bet there wasn't a small amount either
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LemonEntryMyDearWatson This time, Moriarty, the hand is on the other foot, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 14:24,
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