A whor...er, horse is a horse, of course, of course. No need for the glue factory, my friend. It seems you have not made the mistake, but were merely enticed by that whorish horse. Was it the kind horse face and toothy horse grin? Instead of a glue factory, I encourage the dumpster as a better alternative. Or you could burn it in a bonfire! Are you the father? Either way, it doesn't make a difference, because your whor, uh, rse is at fault here.
