Secretariat
Forceful equine pee
Hello Triple Crown winner
You're in the wrong stall
In the bathroom at work I heard what sounded like a racehorse in the next stall. Somehow Secretariat was resurrected and came to my work to have a tinkle. Only it wasn't a tinkle, it was a torrent. The craziest part (yes, crazier than a zombie horse in the ladies' room) is I saw the woman to whom the, uh, horse bladder belonged, and she was the size of an acorn. I'm positive the bladder must have taken up at least 45 percent of her person. How do acorn people have horse bladders? And why must I see these people and know that they possess a super urethra?
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