So, you just drive out into the country, find a pasture with horses, go up to the fence with some apple slices, and have your friend and/or spouse take a picture.
Even easier if you know someone who has a horse.
The horse paste isn't delicious, but wasn't nearly as bad tasting as some people have said. It also took care of some chronic digestive issues that even a hospital stay and tons of antibiotics and a narrow spectrum anti-parasitic did not cure. Symptoms were such that it could have been either long covid (but then again the symptom list for that could be almost anything else) or a parasitic infection. I followed the treatment and dosage for early covid and it did the job. The chronic diarrhea I had for several months is gone.
Not counting the news outlets or websites along the full range of accuracy and veracity, I follow multiple actual individuals' handwritten blogs. (Bot news aggregators don't thrill me.) Looking them over, many are current serving or former military and a couple are some variation of high-speed low-drag elite forces ninjas. Or just funny as all. Because life without humor is just despair. So in other words, the same folks I trusted in the military not to wet the bed, sh*t themselves, or otherwise run around like headless Nancys, are the same folks I trust on the interwebz, for demonstrating pretty much the same trustworthiness and circumspectly responsible behavior. Color me shocked.
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Yes, an old nag and a horse's ass.
Me likey.
So, you just drive out into the country, find a pasture with horses, go up to the fence with some apple slices, and have your friend and/or spouse take a picture.
Even easier if you know someone who has a horse.
The horse paste isn't delicious, but wasn't nearly as bad tasting as some people have said. It also took care of some chronic digestive issues that even a hospital stay and tons of antibiotics and a narrow spectrum anti-parasitic did not cure. Symptoms were such that it could have been either long covid (but then again the symptom list for that could be almost anything else) or a parasitic infection. I followed the treatment and dosage for early covid and it did the job. The chronic diarrhea I had for several months is gone.
Not a "horse." Instead, that is a COW!
But I heard that parliament voted neigh?
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