up at 11 pm. feeding a horse who got surgery (2 broken molars extracted) and gets food every 4 hours. god i would like to be in bed but i am feeding this fucking horse and it’s 40 degrees and i’m in the wash bay adding warm water to his mash so he can have a hot midnight snack and like REALLY i am normally asleep by 10 on a good night but that’s beside the point because i am feeding this horse and i go to get the food in the washbay and there are. FAT. SLUGS. everywhere. the lord works in mysterious ways and this is truly one of the most creations he ever made

  1. you interrupted their slorgy
  2. my initial glance down at the pics when I started reading I thought those were the extracted teeth