Violins and roses might do wonders. If his girls would stop wearing that cheap Japanese perfume...
Now I can just picture it, a violinist or two in the breeding shed.
She says: "Hey Raw Embrum, I heard you're gay."
He doesn't say a thing as the groom does a somersault into the shed wall.
Twenty-seven seconds later, he says, "Was it good for you too, Babe?"
Thirty seconds later, she needs a cigarette.
Eleven months later...baby W E.
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