I Think This Drunk (Allegedly) Lady Ranting And Raving About Horses On The Train Is My New Favorite Soulmate

If I had a nickel for every time I threw out the fact that I own horses in people’s faces during an argument I’d actually own fast horses instead of the Handsome Hank and Weirdhaircut Seth’s of the world. It’s just such a pompous arrogant thing to say. Mix in a couple fat jokes and how your adversaries penis is so small he probably can’t get it out of his pants and I don’t know how you lose any debate ever. Like I don’t care how drunk this lady was or how wrong she was I’m on her side. You don’t just work with horses at Saratoga and lose arguments to fat people with small dicks. You just don’t. Take a hike Goodyear Blimp.