I didn’t know want to think when I saw this last week. It just kept going… and going… and going… and going.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is a cautionary tale of what happens when you venture near shutupwomangetonmyhorse.com, a tale of inescapable horse pop, of raisins and sweet lemonade.
Weebl is entirely to blame for… this.
Also: a bottle of your favourite drop for video evidence of you bellowing “Shut up woman, get on my horse” in a situation that produces hilarious results.
Oh. My. Freaking. God.
You didn’t even credit me.
I’m not sure how to explain that without making matters worse so shall instead run with a meaningful “sorry ’bout that, good man”