Karen, that horse could give you helpful pointers / insight as to maximizing your floor shitting.
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Magic of music is to make any instrument sound great. What a forum of thus satisfaction, despite the clowns and other losers. I found the numeral, 78230, in nature, given that the time of my 75th post was 7:08, and, its spot #304=(2^2+300)-->23. And, by the sizes of the little, images: 7.8KB, and, 4.8KB=(2^4X0.3)-->23; p<[1/(5X050X5)^2]. (300/4)=75; (16-0.3)=15.7-->1/57-->75. (296/53.333...)=5.55. (1200/16.3)-->[10X7+2+1].[6][196√91][9][183]; (1200X16.3)-->[1961-7+2]. (78^2 - 23^2)=5555. Ha!
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It was a freak occurance.
Nothing like it had happened at the Miami Walgreens before.
Budweiser was making a commercial in town and had been prancing their Clydesdales in front of the cameras when the lead horse espied a curious sight: a black woman clutching a hideous handbag exited the rear door of a Walgreens then dropped trou and began to drop a deuce next to the dumpster.
This infuriated the stallion: "How dare she defecate in front of me? That is MY purview to defecate in front of her. The nerve. That bitch must pay." Such nascent "thoughts" percolated in the equine brain pan and were followed by the massive horse changing direction and leading the team at top speed toward the shitting minion.
The result was...ugly.
Later at the water cooler two Nubian co-workers discussed the odd tableau.
" 'Dat po' Karen, she be'ed runned over by dem horsies."
The other quit smoking his blunt and chirped "She weren't runned over, she wa' trampled."
Their manager, having overheard, piped in "What's it matter? The wicked old witch is dead."
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Karen tossed and turned in bed. Her new OCD medication made it hard to fall asleep, and even worse, was not helping with her nightly rumination troubles. At this particular moment she was tormented by the memory of that one time 20 years ago on the Siamese Cat Enthusiast Forum where she was having an argument with a Poster about whether 1986 Axl Rose was more sexually attracted to horses or Siamese cats. The thoughts felt like they were going to burst out of her skull.
"Fuck it! I can't sleep until I do one last thing online."
Finding her phone under her pillow, she logged on to the Cast Iron Skillet Enthusiast forums and poured out her troubles to her Forum friends and enemies. A few of her fellow cast iron skillet enthusiasts responded with stuff like, "what do siamese cats have to do with cast iron skillets?" and stuff like "I don't think it would be practical to cook a Siamese cat in a cast iron skillet, you really need an oven roasting dish for that." One poster even talked about her peeing on the floor of a pizzeria.
Karen frowned and said to nobody in particular, "These fuck heads just don't get it, except for that one guy who always talks about me peeing on the floors of pizzerias. Man, I'd love get a golden shower from him..."
Then Karen fell asleep and enjoyed an intense sexual dream about the Poster who always accused her of peeing on the floors of pizzerias.
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also kewlJ: I remain on this forum, for one reason only now....my own entertainment.
“trampling" is the more accurate and traditional term when it comes to what a horse does to someone on foot.
"Trampling" refers specifically to being stepped on or crushed underfoot, especially repeatedly.
"Running over" is more commonly used for vehicles or things with wheels, like cars or bikes.
So if a horse charges into someone and knocks them down, then steps on or runs over them with its hooves, that's trampling.
That said, in casual conversation, people sometimes say "run over by a horse" just because it's a familiar phrase. But if you want to be precise (especially in writing or reporting), "trampled" is definitely the better choice.
Hmm. Good in depth explanation. That Stacey Woman was creepy and disturbing, planning to possibly MURDER Sheila with her horse for filing a sexual rape lawsuit against Axl!No wonder why Stacey is apparently BANNED. I am BANNED on another Website for asking Posters to name their Favorite Posters, and nothing near as bad as planning to possibly MURDER someone with a horse!
Here's the kicker, no horse pun intended. Stacey herself is a rape victim and in fact got raped in front of her Child, so you would think Stacey would have more empathy and compassion for potential rape Victims.![]()
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Yep, I'm surprised a RAPE victim was planning on potentially MURDERING someone who said she was raped. Hmm. Stacey did say that she felt VERY strongly about Sheila because she felt that Sheila was straight up LYING about being raped by Axl in order to potentially get money from Axl. She said something like,"This Bitch is straight up lying about being raped. I was raped in front of my child and this bitch is lying about being RAPED just because she wants Axl's money. I hate this. Let me have her, I will run over her with my horse."
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Hey Karen, can you start a new tale about Axl raping a horse?
Have the horse be gay, or maybe even asexual like Mr. Ed and have Mr. Ed really get into it.
Sure, show how the rape caused Mr. Ed to love sex so much he then raped Axl in return, lovingly cooing "Wilburrrrrrr...." with each thrust..
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Chat GPT has some poetic thoughts on this matter...
"Stirrup Love"
In a barn where moonlight softly spread,
Lingered the whinny of bold Mr. Ed.
With hooves like thunder and eyes aglow,
He whispered, “Wilbur… shall we go slow?”
Wilbur, shy in checkered vest,
Clutched his beer, his heart a mess.
He’d come to place a Sunday bet—
But passion rose, and logic left.
Fried chicken sizzled on the sill,
The scent as heady as the thrill.
Grease on fingers, lips agape,
Desire wrapped in crispy cape.
"Wilbur," Ed murmured, voice like silk,
“Forget the Colts, forget the milk.
Tonight we ride a different game,
One where horses feel no shame.”
Their limbs entangled, hay their throne,
With neighs and sighs and well-timed moans.
The barn doors shook, the rooster fled—
Love bloomed ‘tween human and thoroughbred.
Odds were long, the stakes were wild,
But Ed just winked, so fierce and styled.
“Bet on love,” he said with flair,
As feathers flew through heated air.
kewlJ: My mother has read some of this forum. Probably more that I know. The only thing she has ever said to me about it is to ask why I continue to post here, which happens to be the same exact thing almost all of the decent people I have any association with ask me. And I am out if answers.
also kewlJ: I remain on this forum, for one reason only now....my own entertainment.
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Put Axl in Wilbur's shoes then go for it: Mr. Ed is always game for ANYTHING.
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