Embrace, 1917, Egon Schiele
Also, thanks to T, I've been singing "Pony" for days on end. Do you know how strangely people look at you when they hear you say something like, "If you're horny/Let’s do it/Ride it, My Pony/My saddle’s waiting/Come and jump on it...?"
-k
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What's worse is singing "send chills up and down your spine, juices running down your thigh"
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