I keep Jacobsen’s salt in a little tin at my desk. You can never be seen as normal again after being seen sprinkling hand harvested pacific sea salt from a tin onto an avocado at work.

People have to be polite.

It is. Here in Kentucky, during the recession, people kept finding abandoned horses, animals that were often malnourished or just plain starved, whose owners hadn’t been able to afford their care any longer, and had decided to dump them and — I don’t even know what they expected to happen after that, the assholes.

Goat fuckers.

Fair enough, but, with a few exceptions, it sounds like horse ownership is a fairly expensive hobby, especially if one plans on treating the animal responsibly.

That sounds like an Alabama expression... “That Roy Moore, his saddle ain’t tight enough.”

Howdy, Howdy, Howdy!

Horse, but fair.

You people stop calling this cracker bastard a hillbilly!

Look on the bright side. If he doesn’t tighten the girth maybe the saddle will slip and he’ll get trampled.

If you can afford to keep horses, you’re probably not a ‘hillbilly’.

Looks like someone has gone and marked a bunch of black folks as inactive voters, even if they voted only a few months ago.

That’s his trophy from one of the girls he stalked.

It makes him feel pretty.

I’m starting a gofundme for that horse after it throws and tramples him and needs a lawyer.

Like his tiny cowboy hat and teeny revolver from that one campaign appearance.

I think more the latter. He seemed profoundly off balance. That poor horse.

....recent revelations? Your comment got mysterious at the end, there!

I drove my friends BMW and used the turn signals.