A couple minutes ago, I received the following email from my friend Michael: "Horse fucked . . . I never heard that before."
I'm used to getting cryptic emails, but this one had me confused, until I realized he was talking about my latest Seattle Weekly column.
If you're too busy to read it, I'll summarize: guy meets girl. Girl is uninterested in guy, so he decides that he the best course of action—which he regrets not taking—was to have "dragged her off, broke her like a shotgun, and horse-fucked her."
Charming. I explained to Mr. Mike that it was a PNW thing and he wouldn't understand. I, on the other hand, claimed that I was going to marry Mr. Ed up until I was about six or seven years old. So I understand completely. I suppose I've always been a bit of a size queen.
Wow what a catch! Sounds like a complete basket-case, I think your advice was dead on! Three more bad dates and hes going to be getting chased on Cops.
Posted by: Shiny | February 23, 2007 at 12:16 AM
"If I'd assaulted every guy who ever got on my nerves, I would've spent most of my teens and 20s rinsing out hair nets in lockup."
one of the many reasons I keep on reading judy mcguire.
Posted by: kate | February 23, 2007 at 11:21 AM
great reply to the guy! why does he remind me of this?
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2002382718_horse15m.html
Posted by: michelle | February 23, 2007 at 11:36 AM