Holy shit!
How did this get in here without waking me up?
Where did someone get a horse around here?
That’s an awfully wasteful use of an entire horse, just chopping off the head like that.
Sleeping in a twin bed, this is a real problem. If I had a King, or even a Queen, I could just kind of sleep on the other side. But this is all horsehead bed now.
Holy crap. This thing must weigh goddamn forty pounds.
Ah, aw, look at that. I should have picked it up upside-down. Now all the head stuff is spilled all over the floor.
What is that pink thing?
Do I have to take this somewhere, or can I just put it in the trash can? I mean, it’s not like I brought this thing in here. This was kind of foisted on me.
I wonder if when a horse dies, people will cut it up and throw it in trash bags. Sort of like that time I had to get rid of that old computer desk.
I’ll wrap it in two bags and make sure to put some regular trash in there too.
Should I put in my bills, and that way I don’t have to shred all that stuff, or should I leave it out because then if someone finds the horse head they’ll know it was me?
Okay, here we go. Aw gross, this is leaving a whole trail of horsehead juice on the sidewalk
[eight months later]
Man, that horsehead juice trail is still fucking there.