Equines...
At Nathan’s bus stop this morning, a little girl who lives across the street and is a year younger than Nathan was showing me her little horse doll. Y’see, she brings a different toy or stuffed animal to the stop each morning to show me and then her mom takes it home.
She showed me the horse and then said, “This is my hussy.”
I did my best not to laugh but then mentioned to her mom, after they got on the bus, that it must be their age because both she and Nathan have trouble with derivations of “horse.”
Nathan’s trouble is that he puts too much emphasis on the “s” at the end of the plural version of the word giving it a “z” sort of sound and when he says it, it sounds more like “whores.”
This means that when he sings Lil Nas X’s “Old Town Road,” he says:
I’m gonna take my whores to the Old Town Road.
I’m gonna ride till I can’t no more.
Whores... hussy... let’s just call the damn things “equines” already, shall we? There’s nothing but dirty thoughts in their futures, it would seem.
Or glue.
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