When I was a little boy, my father gave me a horse.

His name was Charlie. Now, there were three things that my father said I could not do with Charlie. Number one was that I could not wade him across the stream, number two was that I could not ride him down the street, and number three was that I could not take Charlie to the strip club down the road, because there were things that we weren't supposed to see there. And we did just what he told us not to do. I waded him across the stream, rode him down the street, and then I took Charlie to the strip club. And boy, did I see things that I wasn't supposed to see there, like my father.