He was feeling a little horse.
To golf the golf ball size hail and catch the baseball size hail
The punchlines were too long.
OCD, OCD, OCD. Wait the last time didn't feel right. OCD, OCD, OCD. Wait, the second time didn't feel right. OCD, OCD, OCD. Wait...
Nothing.
I'm a little hoarse.
He would've found it hard to digest.
Yes, thanks, but I'm still a little horse.
Because he was feeling a little horse.
A Petophile