This is my Grandfather on July 26th 1943, serving in Guadicanal. He had over 60 Confirmed kills in a Japanese banzai charge, and received multiple accommodations for his bravery in battle. Recently I learned that he was a horsefucker, as early as the 1930s, he's engaged in acts of bestiality with mares on our family farm in Indiana. I was told by my grandmother, who was scared to tell me, but I took it really well and left the room. I Couldn't help but laugh for an hour as I realized that sexuality towards equines must run in the family. God bless him.
The man wanted more than granny could provide. So he went for Granny Smith.
>I hate Guadicanal. There's not one horse on this whole island. There's not one horse on Guadicanal. There's somethin' basically wrong with that.
HAHAHAHA. I want to hear this soldiers diary read aloud.
Gfs, Was told a week ago, my grandfather was raised on mares milk, because cow milk allergies.
Unfortunately he is now in Equestria, He died from a heart attack in 1999, two days after watching the saving private Ryan premiere with me, he is in a better place, stealing all our waifus. But since its my Blood Being mixed with The Cute, fuckable equines in fairyland , its all OK.
He's our hero.
And a real human bean
Rest in peace glorious bastard.
this man lived the life of a god
he has now trascended into a spirit, the horsefucker spirit that drives us into browsing pone/horse porn at 3 am on the day before finals
praise him, the almighty horsefucker
Found one of your grandpa's pin-ups from before the War.
Why even tell you this? Like really, what reason would your grandmother have to impart this information to you? I mean maybe she felt bad about knowing and wanted to just talk about it but good lord.
Besides ew, real horses. They don't taste like skittles and they smell funny. I'll stick to psychedelic fantasy donkeys.