tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28832751.post6263768304393824813..comments2023-09-03T14:18:24.569+01:00Comments on OldScrotesHome: HorsesJake Allsophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18352337319705848623noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28832751.post-21919516579162487192011-07-12T04:40:24.468+01:002011-07-12T04:40:24.468+01:00One day, many years ago, I was walking my dog down...One day, many years ago, I was walking my dog down the drove next to the field. There were two little girls standing on the fence admiring the horses, one of which was, shall we say, excited. One of the girls turned to me, pointed to the exposed member and said seriously "I know what that's called. It's called a vagina." On the principle that cowardice is the better part of valour, I smiled and walked on without uttering a word.Jake Allsophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18352337319705848623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28832751.post-89302925533326947692011-07-11T23:52:06.208+01:002011-07-11T23:52:06.208+01:00Love that horse! Of course, as it gets warmer the...Love that horse! Of course, as it gets warmer there will be more to love. <br /><br />Prairie Marymscriverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13567509503405689139noreply@blogger.com