Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: Detroit, Michigan
That is horrific. I will end my night by crying into the mane of my stuffed horse, who takes care of me while I'm away from the barn.
I don't know what to pray for first. Revenge?
I'm sorry, I'm not normally a vengeful person, but... This makes me hate. Just H-A-T-E, period.
Thank you for posting. I don't live any where near there, but I will be writing letters in the morning regardless.
He knows when you're happy
He knows when you're comfortable
He knows when you're confident
And he always knows when you have carrots.