I would be a liar if I said I’d never heard a story about a man having sex with a horse. I would be an even bigger liar if I said I only knew of one such story.
Living in a state where farming and being a cowboy is a big deal, we’ve got lots of horses and, apparently, lots of horse’s asses – pun intended.
Recently, a man in the Southern part of the state was charged with having sex with horses. Yes, plural. Apparently his sister notified authorities when she found ‘several items’ that caused her to think her brother might, in fact, be having sex with horses.
This makes me wonder, “How would one know which items one might possess if they are into horse sex?” A coworker suggested that perhaps the sister found chocolates and flowers. “Maybe. Next to what, though? A bucket of apples and a gallon of Mane ‘n Tail?” I asked. “Probably. And, perhaps, Barry White playing on a boom box,” he replied. “Which song?” I asked. “What Am I Gonna Do With You,” he suggested.
We’ll most likely, and hopefully, never know – which is fine with me. That shit is bucked up – ‘Neigh’ means ‘Neigh!’