Discussion in 'The Cesspool' started by TheFrogger, May 20, 2020.
When watching a horse, I know which way the wind is blowing.
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When I see a horse I wonder if kebab shops use their meat? It turns out they were for a number of years. Don't worry I don't think of kebabs when I see them, I don't see many, I don't trust them. When I was about 11 I went on a school break to the countryside. We went "pony" trekking, I'm sure they were bigger then ponies. Anyway leaving the farm and the horse behind "tara" kicked me off my horse for fuck knows what reason, I ended up in the middle of all the ponies which started to stampede. I tore my ankle ligaments. Then I went out with this girl from out in the sticks. I visited, eventually started staying over... anyway, it lasted 2 weeks max. Nothing happened. She had about 7 horses. She brought them in and before I knew it I was surrounded by horses, I was scared, I one good headbutt I'd be on my arse. Magically a packet of mints appeared in my pocket and that kept them happy until that trouble maker returned or moved the horses, it did make her smile because she knew I have a phobia about horses. I will get over it this year.
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