There once was a farmer called Bert, and he had a mohawked horse.
They had a very unhealthy relationship with each other.

One day, Pastor Giles caught the horse roughly rogering Bert in the stables.

Bert stammered "I tripped over and the horse landed up my bot bot with his wee wee."

It was too late though, as Pastor Giles was already waggling his flaccid member in his gnarled and liver spotted hand.

They never spoke of it again.

The end.

EDIT: Damn, al got there first...
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Thu 19 Feb 2009, 16:22, Reply)