The giftshop, while not yet open to the public, boasted all sorts of carefully engineered sexual devices, in the hopes of enticing more horses and humans to fornicate and create a master race of guorses.
Or, if not guorses, at least the more familiar hybrid: centaurs.
It was a true bestiality bonanza....
...complete with training kits to help women accomodate an equine endowment.
A sensitive guorse, our host made sure to include options for the vegetable fetishists among us, raising an important question: what do you call someone who is sexually aroused by vegetables? Besides "Michael Schiavo", I mean.
Yes, there was something for everyone here at Guorse's Giftshop.
Including do-it-yourself Guorse kits for those who wanted to assume another identity...
...or a different kind of position.
And so as we spun deep into the night, it became clear, if things continue the way they are, we face a future filled with harmony and horsecocks. Oh happy day. Oh happy, horsey day.
This isn't about harassment. It's about ethics in cat journalism.
Can you please give Golgura a trophy? How about Tallest Monster? I speak not for Golgura now. He is stepping on us villagers out of anger. In his wisdom he has flattened my son.
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