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

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

“Marie's drunk texts:Marie: Horse, muss yuMarie: Why dont anser?Marie: Horse like yur name. Horsey. I'd like to rid u horsey, LOL. You sleeping? Or busy with someone?Marie: I know yur there. I bet you got a new gurl alredy. Screw you.Marie: Screw you and your slut. I hate you. Take yur club and shove it up yur ass I wudn't be yoor old lady for ten milion dollrs.”

“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!”

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

“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.”