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"Each race determines for itself what indecencies are. Nature knows no indecencies; Man invents them." -- Mark Twain

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by stabbo
You take my horse, boy?
I'm a girl.
Don't be sassin' me ya dirty, mop-haired whore! After I run my spurs through yer freckled ass, I'm gonna use yer face fer a saddle, missy! Now go on and git my horse, boy!
Are you Mr. Cowboy's horsey?
There ya are, horse! Git over here, we gotta haul ass!
I'm a hadrosaur, not a horse. I'd also appreciate it if you stopped feeding me beans and chewing tobacco -- did I just step in something?
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