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Now hold on there boah ya wouldn't be shaggin' ya own animals that ya raised that'd basically be like bein' a licka loli pedo of sorts. Ya gotta break a wild horse it's the only way. Takes about 3 months of taming before you can give them the ol' arm job. Yeeeep they don't breed 'em like they used to no sir ree. Yeeeep now while my ex-wild horse (now tamed now dead (more on that later)) Margret now she was the alpha female in her herd of mountain dwarf horse yep she was a real power pony an' put up a good fightin'. But ya see an' old riders tale sates that them there female equids there are REAL caty, they tend to jump at the opportunity of being the next top dog of the equine pack so they can get knocked up by the alpha stallion the Rocky of the herd if you will. So while I was bronco ridin' Margaret the other mares circled round us an everytime I got bucked off why they just bit 'er ear an let me have another go. Now thanks to modern tech my Tony Hawk helmet kept my brain in tact though I forgot the matching pads and dislocated an arm lucky for me I was born with the mark of the devil (I'm left handed) so it wasn't no biggie. Busted my face though so and now my nose is smoshed like a gook I suppose I should've used my NASCAR Dale Earnhardt helmet instead but I digress. So I reel 'er back to my yard an I start taming her an teaching 'er tricks like how to bite "urban" folks who come wanderin. Now one day when I was giving her the ol' lefty hefty a moolie mogwai shows lookin' for either trouble or riches well he see's us and well he screamed an' now I couldn't let the maroon coon go spreading rumors so I tried sicking Margret on 'em but she was all knees weak arms spaghetti mom's spaghetti and couldn't get him so I tried shooting him I did and I nailed his oversized snap back. The look on his face when he grabbed his ethnic cap was priceless. Big mistake taking time to laugh though why he held the gun sideways and dun missed me an shot Margaret. Retard.
