“Ya’ll might not give a shit but my profession is wrangling cows. I might be what some consider to be, a cowboy.” Some well aimed spittle of tabacky hit the stray dog sniffing the cowboys horse.
“N this here be my horse. A good horse and worth the price paid.”
The horse was a normal horse. It was brown in color and fifteen hands high. Currently the tail of the horse was lifted while hitched to a post and horse shit balls bounced down to where a dog once barked.
“My name is Bob and to answer your question of what was the most expensive indulgence I’ve attended to…. Well lets just say, it was one of the most enjoyable purchases ever.” More spit shot out aimed this time as a black fly checking out the fresh horse shit.
“Yessir. I spent $9.99 on one of them vibrating vaginas. Even came with batteries. I call it, Gertrude.”
Robin Lipinski 