horse's A*.

no, duders,
but, like, for real though:

yuuuuuuuuup.
giant horses have giant buttholes.
that's probably why the have such big thick tails.
it's like a gold-flaxen mudflap broom.
i mean, without it,
they'd only be about half as majestic,
what with their wide-open
gaping exposed massive A*-hole, right?
you know it.
sometimes, nature is considerate.
but anyway,
speaking of A*-holes-
guess who got busy on those falafels again?
yep.
i can't help myself, i just love 'em up, neighbors.
that's probably why i terrorize them all so flippin' hard
with my hungry hands and teeth.
on the ones,
back where i'm from,
that's a sign of affection.
we show our sentiments tooth and nail,
and if we don't try to destroy it,
we probably don't like it.
real talk.
check the taste-sensitive reactionary teleport:

yum.
it doesn't take a whole holy helluva lot to activate the
fairground fall-spirits of superfresh turbo hottness.
falafels do it every single time.
just sayin', y'all.
if fried chickpeas can get it in,
what's your excuse?
hahaha.
stuff your mutha-'ucking faces until they hurt.
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more of this.
that's the way it goes.
downhill,
like an avalanche,
falling off,
wreaking havoc,
gathering mass and momentum,
and spending it all on self-destruction.
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....