A bottom to the end, I guess.
So a horse cannot wear a low cut blouse and high heels just to make them feel pretty?
You got to wonder what he thought would happen when a 2 foot dong with 1000 lbs of horny horsemeat behind decided to get busy.
I suppose he thought that people would be willing to pony up the money to view the video online.
I guess he put the cart before the horse on that one. And by cart, of course, I mean “his ass.”
Note to self: do not always highlight spoiler boxes.
Marley23, genius.
So let’s see if we can reconstruct the scene:
Jimmy: I’m bored.
Ken: Yeah, me too.
Jimmy: Real bored.
Ken: Real real bored.
Jimmy: Wanna watch some TV?
Ken: Nah, nothing good on.
Jimmy: Wanna play some video games?
Ken: Nah, we’ve played all of them
Jimmy: Wanna break into the neighbour’s barn and videotape each other getting sodomized by a horse?
Ken: Yeah, I guess we could go do that.
More bestiality in the news.
I didn’t even know they made dog-penis-shaped dildos.
Alternative dialogue:
Willie: So, y’know, I had a couple of free hours, so I, y’know…
Frankie: Broke into the neighbor’s barn?
Willie: Yeah, exactly. And I went in there and I looked around until I found one o’ them, what do you call it…
Frankie: Massively hung stallions?
Willie: Yeah! And I just started, y’know, rubbing the horse’s cock, until it got real hard, y’know?
Frankie: Uh huh.
Willie: So when the horse’s cock was like totally hard, I, uh…
Frankie: Took your pants off, bent over, rubbed the horse’s cock on your butthole, pushed it inside, and encouraged the horse to fuck you until it ripped your colon free of your sphincter and made your guts all bloody and septic?
Willie: Yeah! I hate when that happens.
Frankie: Me too. <takes a bite of sandwich>
“Bring out your dead from a perforated colon after being sodomized by a stallion named Big Dick.”
bong
“I’m not dead yet. I still want to take on a cow. Really, I’m feeling much butter.”
Goddam, that’s funny!
wow. The stuff you learn here. I would never even thought of having a horse…well, you know.
Fighting ignorance indeed.
I guess this as good a time as any to give you all an old-fashioned rugby drinking song. Everyone sings the chorus, then everyone at the table takes a turn coming up with a new verse (example provided). Mind the required rhyme (bolded in the verse).
[spoiler]
Chorus:
Beastiality’s great, mate. Beastiality’s great
Fuckawallaby
Beastiality’s great, mate. Beastiality’s great
Verse:
Shoot your load in a toad, mate. Shoot your load in a toad
everybody:
Fuckawallaby
Shoot your load in a toad, mate. Shoot your load in a toad
other successful verses include: give an inch to a finch, jam your log in a dog and so forth. Note “put your penis into a woman” doesn’t follow the required metre.[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Stick your tool in a mule, mate, stick your tool in a mule
everybody:
Fuckawallaby
Stick your tool in a mule, mate, stick your tool in a mule
Ontheotherhand:
Chorus:
Bestiality’s great, mate. Beastiality’s great
Fuckawallaby
Bestiality’s great, mate. Beastiality’s great
[/spoiler]
Yes. That’s the spirit!
Now there’s some alternitive dialoge for you…
Guy 1: …So my lawyer pleaded the DUI down to reckless driving. No jail time, but now we’re out here on this nice Saturday morning picking up trash from the side of the road.
Guy 2: Yeah, you said it. Stupid beastiality laws. God there’s a lot of trash out here.
Guy 1: No kidding, say have yo…wait. What?
Ahmed, right? Head of the Iraqi National Congress?
I like this word too many! 
Anybody shooting a load in a toad will soon wish they had suffered the fate of the horses bitch.
Someone give the man a trophy.
chokes to death Cervaise!