Hop on the bus, Gus.
I hope you nominated me for best athlete. My equine flanks are far superiour to those of what, hockey players and assorted other Olympians. Dad and I would've gone to the Olympics if he hadn't grown a beard and decided it was wise to procreate. Twins, dad. Really. Neigh-gative. Oh well. Off to the pasture I go to be even more neglected and unwanted.
It's hard, being a horse. But in all seriousness. It would beHOOVE you to vote for pops and the uncles and anyone else associated with those god damn Blur people. Daddy, don't swat me because I campaigned. I just want some grade A oats in lieu of those shitty ground up sheep gut via Wolverhampton ones you've been giving me lately :(
It's hard, being a horse. But in all seriousness. It would beHOOVE you to vote for pops and the uncles and anyone else associated with those god damn Blur people. Daddy, don't swat me because I campaigned. I just want some grade A oats in lieu of those shitty ground up sheep gut via Wolverhampton ones you've been giving me lately :(