I hate mine so much I got them Christmas presents! Stupid horses. Don't they know I would rather have a new car than pay all their bills? I'm just waiting on Hickory to get a little fatter so we can roast him up for dinner. I just can't stand it when they meet me at the gate like they are happy to see me or something, and I sure hate it when they do something well. What a waste of time and money my horses are, bet they sure would be tasty with some Dale's and ranch dressing.
Would you like that grilled, fried, or baked?
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