Chef: Oh, sorry, but Beezer and I are passing on Coto this weekend for Ride America. You see, we’re just dying to tempt Fate once more, since the last time we showed down there we were both taken away, on subsequent days, by the same paramedic team!The 3 days down there, schooling each other and staying together in a motel room, is just ripe with possibilities for amusement.
Taryn: You win the “Make Merry laugh after she just got off the phone with the IRS after she discovered she’s supposed to be paying self-employment tax.” Your story about the multiple trips in search of appropriate saddle pads just struck a nerve. I do the same thing with bits. Or did you already know that?
Coreene: Your photo is gorgeous. [I]sigh[/I] I can already tell that SAM (Swarthy Arabian Man) would go for you quicker than a thirsty beduoin diving into an oasis. Alas, the voluptuous blond trumps a skinny, short-haired tomboy anyday. But can I still have Mr. Spock?
Bumpkin: Aha, I figured the ol’ drimmel and drilling would find more pus. Poncho should feel better soon.
Suave: But the question is, do your horses match your trainer’s golf cart?
Oh, and how many horses do we have at El Ranchito? If I said, “Too many” would that be sarcastic? Okay, we have 8, ranging from the orphan yearling to the lawn ornament mare.