my shirt
One summer day I was surveying a field in Clearwater, Florida. It was very hot and I had to chop a line through some brush so I took my shirt off and left it lying on the tailgate of the truck. A liitle while later I heard the guys I was working with laughing and laughing, and I came out of the woods to find that a horse had ambled up and decided to eat my shirt. You understand, these jerks didn't try to dissuade the damned horse, they just stood around pointing and laughing. By the time I got to the horse only one sleeve was still sticking out of its mouth.

As I did not want to spend the rest of the day with no shirt, I grabbed hold of the sleeve and tugged and pulled on it, defaming the horse at the top of my lungs, until the entire shirt came back out of the upper end of the horse's alimentary tract, intact but all covered with horse slobber and little puncture marks and missing a button or two. Stupid horse.
(wkiernan, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 23:41, 2 replies)

:)
Genuine cunthorse
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Fri 25 Apr 2008, 4:32, closed)

a click
for "defaming the horse at the top of my lungs"
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 25 Apr 2008, 8:46, closed)