“Apparently nice Horse would be joining me for dinner instead of his evil twin.”

“Horse: What do you think? Gotta go, church in a few Me: Church?!?? Didn’t peg you for a church kind of guy Horse: What we call a club meeting. I try to stay away from collection plates Me: Don’t get holy water in your beer!”

“Marie: So why are you called Horse?Horse: Cause I'm hung like one.”

“I’ve never ridden a bike before.”Horse leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. “Lookin’ forward to being your first, babe.”

“Jesus Christ… Thank fuck for that,” Picnic said. “Nope, not Jesus, just a man,” Horse whispered. “Although when women see my dick for the first time, they’ve been known to fall down on their knees and worship me.”

“So why are you called Horse?” “Cause I’m hung like one,” he replied, smirking.”

“—¿Así que no vas a preguntar?Lo estudié, entrecerrando los ojos. Tenía un mal presentimientos sobre esto. Pero las palabras salieron de mi boca, totalmente fuera de mi control.—¿Por qué te llaman Horse?—Porque me cuelga como a uno —respondió, sonriendo.”