Urgh. I don't want to be an adult today. I don't want to communicate effectively and make allowances and be gracious and patient and understanding and expressive. I want to be sullen and sulky and entitled and bitchy. And annoyed ( Read more... )

( Lana Turner, I think you may have been onto something... )

( Cut for general squee-harshery. Enter at own risk. )

Why don't you just RUN down the pitch and HAND it to the Pakistanis on the full, you ASSHATS?

I need a fucking cricket icon. I'm willing to concede I will prolly never use it again after this post, but holy crapping BIBLICAL THINGS ON A STICK, PONTING.

My mate Wellsy has been trying to load her stooopid thoroughbred since 8am. It's now after 10am. She's having some sort of mental breakdown at me via text. She's tried the ass-tapping Parelli thing, the small circle thing, the backing thing. The lunge rope around the ass thing is a really bad idea, imho, at the best of times, but a flat out no- ( Read more... )

If you're a malicious waste of space with zero research skills and a pair of anony-balls so microscopic they could be mistaken for your brains, then...

...get and/or stay the fuck off my flist.

You people make me TIRED.
 

Please see below for a crop of a photo that is currently being circulated around several horse-related groups in Perth as part of an advertisement for my riding club.  I have highlighted the area of concern.

( Exhibit A )