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They're one cat-fight away from ripped-out nostrils.
If the reins are that fancy, I doubt if I could afford the saddle.
Enough gold on one of 'em to buy a custom 1911...and a burger.
I like the way that you think, Skip.
The jewelry hooked to the nose is too weird for me.
You are a tired bunch of old pricks. They are beautiful.
Well....you have to admit, if you take them fishing, they might come in handy.
What Eskyman said. Or the stirrups for that matter.