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When is a horse not a horse? When it’s not a horse, of course. Of course, a house is not a horse, unless of course, by force, the laws of whores (none) take tours of intercourse. They are rotten to their cores, whores. Mores the pity they have no other chores. Rooted in fiction are these facts. Fucked are the facts! Lacking in social lubricants, whores choose cat-houses or to be louses let loose on streets as meat to greet. Great is the life some have led for them by circumstances beyond them. Sirs and madams never sit in on judgement. Circumspect, bespectacled, professorial, petticoated Polly’s make folly of the plight of the flightless. The pie is in your eye. It’s on you. It’s a sty in your eye; all you can see is pigshit. Language is not a stable thing, too many barriers. Horses go in knackered and come out worse. That’s when a horse would wish to be a horse. Of course, Mister, educating a dolt is easier than adults. Many whores are saddled with unsavoury horsemongers until crops have been ridden, more grim reaps. It’s a rough trade. Governments subsidise apprentices. Whores have unbridled enthusiasm for their turf. They’re the world’s oldest professors of human nature. Back alley bachelor degrees in depravity. Breaking in a whore is a matter of force. For some a whore is to be treated with delicacy and for some a horse is too. They both get chucked in the can. Very few end up in good paddocks. I can’t afford to give one a carrot, let alone ride it in the bush. Horse-shoes and high-heels. Whores and horses: equal.
David ...
Rugby World Cup 2007
That's what I was going to do.
aneeewayyyy.
giNORMous...
Whores and Horses: both come from studs...
Dusk
Excuse me for a tic ..
Dusk? You use my blog to correspond with Tracy. Now you're going to use e-NORM-ous's to correspond me with ... Boy you're so IT ignornant *** Orble have a PM (= Private Message) facility ... and also you can get a private email address if you want to insult me (as in, I'd much prefer you did it in private than it public) ...
As to passing off Dorothy Parker's quote as my own? ... I'm sure e-NORM-ous knows that it was a Dorothy Parker quote ... and therefore I neither need to qualify it, justify it, nor reference it ...
But since you are now visiting? ... (boy this reads mean doesn't it ... [yet I'm actually laughing at this ... because even though you're not IT savvy ... at all !!! ... you do at least have a Divine wit ... (Give credit where it's due? ...
I love shit-stirring you Dusk ... Why? Firstly you can take it ... Secondly you 'get' it ... and Thirdly ... it makes all the other women jealous and they send me their panties ... ***
David ...
Sorry about the outburst e-NORM-ous but some women just get me going big-time ...
Rugby World Cup 2007
I always get it...but if you want to give it...just that little bit more...I can take it.
And that makes me very IT savvy.
Dusk
ParaNORMal...love that needling comment on moral compasses...
Rugby World Cup 2007
Hence the yell-o card...
Where are you, man ...???
Dusk is taking over your blog ... ***
She's using sporting terms now ... (encroaching on the male's domain ... our last bastion of mateship ... and male bonding ... (I wish she'd just stick to her own blog ... (Did you know only women ever visit her blog (okay apart from me continually and regularly ... but that's out of pity ... *** ... (the reason only women visit her blog? Men don't take female sports writers seriously ... I mean how can they ...
Fuck I'm going to get caned for these comments ... ***
Poor old Norm ... He'll come back from wherever he is and die of laughter ... Mal will have to run his blog by himself ... ***
But I like Mal ... ***
Better go ... Dusk will come back at this one big-time ... HARD ... *** I'll probably get a Wallabies Snot-Rag rubbed in my face (or somewhere ... *
David ...
Rugby World Cup 2007
giNORMous visits my blog regularly.
And where would you like that cane?
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
what the fark are you doing to my beautiful domain****
Cock-a-hoop that the prats have the reigns.
Don't mind me****
Norm.
Rugby World Cup 2007
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
I've got the trots.
Passing the post.
Rugby World Cup 2007
Neigh...not I...
I'm mare -ly chomping at the wit... unharnessed... unbridled...I'm a Brumbies fan...wild horses are mounted bareback...
Ars Poetica
~Lily
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
who is this Jerome?
some kind of hermit?
Don't hold your breath over the undies, just your nose.
Thanks awfully for commenting and for your kind words.
Norm
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
my jockeys are riding right up the back, straight.
Don't ask me to picture you saddled up and raring to go.
Or on all fours with a chopper above your head.
Please.
Norm.
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
are you pulling my legume?
She's a broad bean then.
Boiled in the can.
Norm.
An old cowhand came riding into town on a hot, dry, dusty day.
The local sheriff watched from his chair in front of the saloon as the cowboy wearily dismounted and tied his horse to the rail a few feet in front of the sheriff.
"Howdy, stranger..."
"Howdy, Sheriff..."
The cowboy then moved slowly to the back of his horse, lifted its tail, and placed a big kiss right on the horses ass.
He dropped the horse's tail,stepped up on the walk, and aimed towards the swinging doors of the saloon.
"Hold on, Mister..."
"Sheriff?"
"Did I just see what I think I just saw?"
"Reckon you did, Sheriff...I got me some powerful chapped lips..."
"And that cures them?"
"Nope, but it keeps me from lickin' em."
X
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
I'll have to try that next time I get cracks on my lips.
Philosophy Blog
I reckon everyone's a whore, though. Everyone's selling something or other.
Now that you mention it I have a set of slightly used horseshoes....dont need them anymore.
I have decided to stop galloping through life......................... ...the meadows of existence, grazing as I go on the soft new grass, shoots, roots and leaves.....Depositing soft pats of gratitude to nourish the never ending cycle of life......................... ...
One man's dung is a beetle's refuge....................... ......