Horses and hummus

It's not every night that I find myself in a darkened room with a horse's head in my crotch. And I'll punch anyone who says otherwise.

Forgetfulness and incomprehensibility

We walked up a big hill for Valentine's Day, then walked back down. On the way back to the car, my girlfriend went over to some ponies to pet them, and I followed along, rather than leave her alone with dangerous equines. After all, she had no sugar lumps so they could have turned nasty at any moment.