LET'S TALK ABOUT HORSES

THE HORSE

One of the fairest creatures in our humble world. They have beautiful manes and tails. These creatures are truly without flaw at times. But the other day I met a horse who was such a fucking dick head. He kept putting his face in my face, and at first it was cute, but now it's just fucking annoying. I mean, who does that? He kept doing it too, and he was nice I guess but I don't want his face in my face. Some horses are just fucking rude.

I HATE THE CONCEPT OF SLUGS

LOOK AT THESE FUCKING THINGS:















The slug is the most hideous gastropod mollusk IN THE WORLD. They are also inadequate! They lack a shell--the thing that makes their sisters and brothers from the Snail family UNIQUE and ENDEARING. What is a snail without a shell? A slimy shit. And what is a slug but a snail without a shell?

DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE EQUATION? SLUG = SLIMY AND SHITTY.

This is possibly the only thing that would ever call for BIG GAY COLORED TEXT but is it not appropriate in the face of such an odious being? ODIOUS. THAT'S A BIG WORD USED TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING HORRENDOUS.

THAT THING THAT PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY STUFF PART OF THEIR SHIRT IN. INTENTIONAL OR NOT, IT IRRITATES ME

Tucking your shirt in hasn't been in style in quite a long time, but it's made a small, sub conscious comeback. Every now and then you see a mister Fuck Horrowitz with part of his plaid shirt stuffed into his pants, not the whole thing but just a few inches. Now, our mister Horrowitz could have done this without thinking when he needed to scratch his thigh that is currently suffering from The Bulbs (which is a disease that I am making up--let's say it makes you itch) and while he itches over there he gets part of his plaid shirt in his black Levis (story is in the details, kids).

That's just one possibility. Our friend Fuck Horrowitz could have done that, and gone about his day not knowing that his plaid shirt was only slightly in his pants...and then there's the latter.

Perhaps, in the heat of ever-changing fashionista laws, Fuck did such a thing ON PURPOSE. Indeed, the tucking of four inches of his button-down plaid could have been FUCKING PREMEDITATED! What the FUCK, FUCK? (it's a play on words sillies!)

Either way it's just one of those things that kinda irks me, I've probably done it before too. By accident.

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