Don't go on a camping trip. Wait until the mare your riding stops and leaves a whizz, or the rear end ups and drops some manure. Stay home in Peoria, you'd never survive on a ranch.
"Don't go on a camping trip. Wait until the mare your riding stops and leaves a whizz, or the rear end ups and drops some manure. Stay home in Peoria, you'd never survive on a ranch."
I spent years around horses, and I don't want men in the stall next to me in restrooms, either. I don't see what horses pooping or peeing has to do with being uncomfortable sharing a restroom with members of the human opposite sex.
I don't want to go camping with strange men any more than I want to pee next to one, 'kay?