Happy In Bag

Thursday, October 15, 2009

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.

7 Comments:

  • At 11:41 AM, Blogger 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, Anonymous Roy said…

    Trigger was a stud.

     
  • At 3:50 PM, Blogger Happy In Bag said…

    Smart kid, GD.

    I'm more of a Mr. Ed guy, Roy, Call me Wilbur.

     
  • At 9:35 PM, Blogger 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, Blogger Happy In Bag said…

    Funny, RG, how those young girls never included excrement in their idealized drawings of horses.

     
  • At 9:45 PM, Blogger kc wired 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, Blogger Happy In Bag said…

    What's that? A huge duck? Are you sure it's not a Canada goose?

     

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