Disclaimer: This entry contains slightly off-color material as a warning for any nieces who may be reading it. Or moms. Specifically my mom.
The Doktah, Baseball Cap Guy and I were out at a bar with some other friends, and we were discussing the worst possible job. The Doktah said she had a friend who used to manually stimulate stallions for the artificial insemination of mares. Baseball Cap Guy gasped in horror. “Was it for a stable?” he cried.
We all looked at him.
“Oh, right…”
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