Papa Don’t Preach Is Here
Hello, ladies. How are you all today? We all know why I’m here. I believe the word is stud but I imagine you figured that out when you saw me walk in, am I right? Man, they said there’d be mares in here but they didn’t say anything about foxes. Damn!
Maybe you’ve heard of me, “Papa Don’t Preach”? I’ve been kickin’ around the big tracks a few years now. Made some folks a few duckets here and there - won a few, placed a few, had a lot of shows… You know what I’m sayin’. Apparently someone likes the makeup inside this smooth, brown coat because, well, here I am baby.
So here we are, face to face with nothing but horseshoes. Ohhh yeahh. Let me go get a robe and some hay and I’ll be right back to get this thing started. By the way, even through we’re working for The Man there’s no rule against enjoying ourselves. Papa Don’t Preach is here, ladies. It’s time to party.
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If there are any lady goats reading this, I supply the same service! And when we’re done I’ll even let you eat the robe. Message me if you’re interested.
Whoa man, the man is making money off you. You best be getting some sugar, and I don’t mean the kind with tail.
Oh ho ho, folks! You want stud, I’m your man! Don’t matter none if you’re goat, donkey, horse, dog, cat, sheep, you name it--- I’m good to go! When I’ve paid my respects, you’ll know what Paradise is like, ladies! Besides, I charge less than Papa Don’t Preach- but I deliver the goods! Call me at this number!