Imagine Marlboro man doing this... Then riding into the sunset just before he feels the need for a cigarette 🚬 and then boom! Horse parts everywhere mixed with guy parts. Meanwhile a car driving through the near street gets rained on with pieces of the good stuff... anus, balls, penis, and skin with bloody hair on it as well as eyeballs, fingers and other parts easily recognizable to the layman. That's why you never top off your horse!
Imagine Marlboro man doing this... Then riding into the sunset just before he feels the need for a cigarette 🚬 and then boom! Horse parts everywhere mixed with guy parts. Meanwhile a car driving through the near street gets rained on with pieces of the good stuff... anus, balls, penis, and skin with bloody hair on it as well as eyeballs, fingers and other parts easily recognizable to the layman. That's why you never top off your horse!
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Truth
Ah yes, Sausage Sunday. I remember it well
Patrick the Pure