Originally posted by poet1b
Maybe if people had to go back to shoveling horse manure regularly, the whole political correctness concept might disappear.
That might be worth it.
You know I love you, brother, but just to put you at ease, I assure you I will never be your beast of burden. I am far, far, far, way too far, politically correct for that.
I don't know, maybe I'm just flogging dead horses. I'll tell you what, you can send me dead horses every morning, you can send me dead horses by the mail, send me dead horses to my wedding, and I won't forget to leave a donkey by your grave...sigh...wild roses couldn't drag me away.
edit on 5-4-2012 by Jean Paul Zodeaux because: Horses damnit! Not flowers, horses!