i was helping my friend i call "anne" organize her office today. she has a very large very old and awkward desk. she struggled to get the middle drawer open, it was catching on something inside. in order to get to it she had to take the top drawer out, sit on the floor and reach her long arm to the back of the offending drawer and try to get it unstuck. watching her as she was sitting there shoulder deep in her drawers, my mind wandered to equine rectal exams (naturally). i wondered, first in my head and then out loud to anne, about such an exam and what would prompt someone to be ok doing one? our conversation went like this:
me:"you look like you have your arm shoulder deep in a horse's ass."
"anne": (laughing at me, not with me) "jesus re, i'm trying to get this thingy unstuck"
me: "i wonder how tight a horses' ass is?" (anne laughs) "i mean, is it like a big blood pressure cuff, or looser and more squishy?"
"anne": "that blood pressure cuff can be hard to take sometimes."
me "yea, it really can."
"anne" frees the drawer from it's bizarre little latch and proceeds to shove it methodically and rhythmically in and out several times.
"i got it" she announces proudly.
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I laughed (no pun intended) my ass off on this one. But in all seriousness, I never want to know how tight a horse’s ass actually is. I probably never would have thought about it either if I had not read this blog. Thanks ladies.
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