Okay, before I pass out...the farting horse/poopy pocket thing...
This is c&p-ed right outta Bill's comments...
My best 'poop' story also involves farting...and a horse.I was standing behind my first Appaloosa, Diablo. I was wearing a jacket that had pockets, but they were straight across, not slanted in the opening.
I forget what I was doing back there, but I was a good five feet away from him, when he lifted his tail, let out an audible fart and shot a quarter-sized piece of horseshit right into my pocket....
I just stood there, holding the pocket open and, by turns, staring gape-jawed at him, then the turd, then him, then the turd.
I left it in there long enough to go in the house and show my Dad.
That's my horse, for ya....lmao...
Hell, that's my LUCK, for ya....
Sigh.
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Posted by: Anton at February 02, 2004 01:16 PM (2GhSZ)
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