on sticking your nose where it doesn't belong
and walking away like a dinosaur
Do horses know when they’re related?
Oops and Eleanor are brother and sister.
Well. They have the same mother a couple of years apart.
The father?
That’s a whole different handful of horse cock when you consider the darker side of animal husbandry.
Either way, I’m not so sure Oops knows that Eleanor is his sister.
Why else would he be sticking his nose straight up her arse and giving a good whiff.
There are some places that ones nose doesn’t really belong. I’d put my sisters arse at the top of my list.
Eleanor wasn’t into it either and let Oops know with a solid hoof to his face.
I heard the crack of the smack down over thirty feet away.
It was loud.
I guess that’s what you get for putting your nose in places that it doesn’t belong.
If only we could do that with the activists…
Sigh.
But people aren’t horses.
At the same time the look on Oops’ face gave a clear indication that he was questioning his life choices.
Tomorrow I’ll be biking 200 miles over 24 hours.
That will likely lead to me questioning my life choices.
Not that I’ll be sticking my nose up my sisters arse.
Nor will I end up getting kicked in the face.
By the end of it though, I imagine that I’ll be a dinosaur.
I won’t be extinct.
I will be stinky.
Most of all though?
I’ll have a mega-sore-ass.
The terrible jokes will continue until the flogging improves.
Until then?
Keep your head up and your nose outta places it really doesn’t belong.
Rodney sez, I likes to smell my brothers arse.