It must be hard being a jockey on race day walking past the barbies on a holiday meet and being tempted to have a steak and say fuck the racing lol, a bit like churchgoers of a certain religion who are fasting before easter,I'd love to hide some nice hot KFC under the seats just to see if they can resist temptation during the service,coz when its comes to the belly and the ball bag we cant resist and give in to temptation lol.
Ps so I have been told😉