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Last year when I first came to Dover, someone asked where I was from. Not an unordinary question Freshman year. I told them I was from Barrington. They asked me if I ever went cow tipping.
This hasn't happened too many times, but enough that I feel it is necessary to write a journal entry explaining the art of cow tipping ( Read more... )
This hasn't happened too many times, but enough that I feel it is necessary to write a journal entry explaining the art of cow tipping ( Read more... )
oh,and it is manditory that we go to the beach. soon. with horses. so we can ride without people complaining about our horse's shit. yeeeaaaa ha. I'll call you..got some Q's bout events and such.
and no, i have not experienced the joys of cow tipping while severely drunk, but i have been llama tipping. and THAT, was a freakin blast. hahaha..no? the llamas woke up and tried to spit on us. One of my friends got trampled. ow. Even worse, it was MY neighbor, but he doesnt know it was me :P
Lesson Learned: Kids, dont tip llamas. They will kill you all.
out and out bored as hell at a catholic school..the dover pimps and hos should come do somethin bad. Like teepeeing the school. Or a bomb. or maybe just removing my scripture teacher from the face of the earth. fucking oy, that class sucks.
ehh yup..
[and i am disappointed to say that yes, i do have a pair of pants from abercrombie. but its for dresscode..really! almost no other place has pants that i can where to school that dont go up past your belly button. fucking old menopausal women pants..and no, my wrist is lacking a yellow piece of rubbery trash, and everybdy asks why. idiots]
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i've never gone before :0 .. neither has my horse. she's going to be psycho.... in other words.... sounds like a blastttt!
call me deary!
aaand if someone other than me answers, they won't give a message until a week later... you know how that works...
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