The racehorse
was a standard bred- that is, one of those that drags the little cart around behind it. My boss was driving it when my horse had an attack of diarrhea coupled with massive flatulence- resulting in an aerosol effect that would have made Pooflake envious. This was followed by him threatening me as I held onto a post to keep from falling over laughing.

Not only could he not watch from a safe distance, as it was his job to sit at Ground Zero, but I couldn't have been at a safe distance from him had I been in Europe. I suspect that he still hates me.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 20 Jan 2009, 21:03, Reply)