War Horse
I resent horses. I once played with other children without regard to gender. Sometime around the age of seven or eight, however, horses entered the equation. Girls began obsessing over the animals. I couldn't relate. Nothing's been the same since. It's not like I've ever wanted to go Equus on the beasts, but they stole half my friends.
posted by Happy In Bag @ 4:56 PM
7 Comments:
At 11:41 AM,
GunDiva said…
My son decided to learn just enough about horses to impress the girls. It's worked for him. He's not a bonafide cowboy by any means, but he can talk the talk which draws those horse crazy girls like moths to a flame.
At 2:56 PM,
Roy said…
Trigger was a stud.
At 3:50 PM,
Happy In Bag said…
Smart kid, GD.
I'm more of a Mr. Ed guy, Roy, Call me Wilbur.
At 9:35 PM,
Ruralgurl said…
If they'd ever had to shovel out a stable, my guess is that they wouldn't have been so obsessed.
At 7:42 AM,
Happy In Bag said…
Funny, RG, how those young girls never included excrement in their idealized drawings of horses.
At 9:45 PM,
Anonymous said…
There is a horse at the Leawood Stables on 135th and State Line that has a huge d*ck. You can't help but notice it! I mean seriously.
At 5:22 PM,
Happy In Bag said…
What's that? A huge duck? Are you sure it's not a Canada goose?
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