This is a public message for anyone who may have recently, um, "come in contact" with a cute N.S. filly named "Hundred Bucks To Win": She’s got Herpes!! If you’re looking for some equine action in the Truro area, just say ‘neigh’ until the situation stable-izes.
Horse-screwers, please, for the good of all, get yourselves checked out.
It’s getting almost so that a deviant can’t be a deviant anymore. It’s like that old World War II quotation about indifference: When they came to take away the {fill in the blank}…I did nothing.
When the priest gave my best friend a quarter to touch his holy place, I did nothing.
When his girlfriend started fooling around with another chick, I did nothing.
When HIV made it dangerous to screw gays, I did nothing.
When the whores started charging more for blowjobs, I did nothing.
Now that horses have herpes, etc…
The Annekenstein Monster 
I just wanted to see her twat er.. I mean trot.
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“Do you want a suite?” said the hotel clerk.
“Yeah,” I said. “Give me the Bridal …”
So he did.
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This horse cock hurts me… I mean this horse-rooster hurts me… ugh.
I’m saving my funny for later. I swear
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