Driving Home

- By Roissy

Supplied by the artist for SirJeff.
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The ponies had to wait for hours right in front of this pub. When their master came out again he really was drunk. He spoke to his driver: "You b-better ushe thshe crop, I like to go h-home fasht -hps- and take off thoshe bells - too loud- I don´t wanna have any troubble wish she police. When we´re home give the mare in tshe shecond row a whipping for bad shaving. And clean b-both ponies in the frrond row, I wanna use the cunts - hps-!"