Am I sick? Yep. Am I twisted? Uh-huh. Is there clearly something wrong with the way my mind works and my sense of humor? Oh - you betcha.

So, I'm discussing men with a friend (go figure) and we jokingly liken checking one out to inspecting a horse. Of course I then go Googling for what one might look for when checking out a horse and find an article. Now, under the premise of "inspecting a man for dating potential" give this a read. If you don't laugh, your sense of humor needs some work. Lighten up.