…nevermind what I wrote - I think RydArab should just take over!
I prostrate myself before your barnyard bodice ripper greatness. My only suggestion is that somehow we use “prostrate yourself” in a next contribution. Not to be confused with “prostate” yourself…
…nevermind.
While this was going on Farmeress , Freedom along with DGRH disengaged themselves from the goings on with all the body painting and being very thirsty started to drink from the water cooler. Mod 1 and Mod 2 looked at each other with Mod 1 raising her eyebrows in a questioning fashion. No said Mod 2 serves them right for turning this thread into what it has become so they stepped back just knowing the consequences. Pat was going to say something but he just closed his lips and said… nevermind.
But just as water was about to touch lips they heard a great commotion… turning their heads they see the barn being overrun by Drama llamas from a neighboring farm. Aunt Ester and Thomas 1 ran in the boarders lounge covered in paint only panting from barely escaping the heard of llamas. “Ester???” Geek says quietly. “Thomas 1?” says Farmeress looking the gentleman up and down like a fresh pastry that she wanted to eat. “We were just … enjoying tea… and we… fell… yes we fell…” Ester stammered. “Yes it was those bloody llamas… they tore our clothes off and kept screeching… Muuuuust haaaave draaaamaaaaa… Muuuust haaaave draaaaama.” Said Thomas 1. “Yea…riiiiiiight…” says Freedom. “Ester you have hay in your hair…” As Ester gasps mortified reaching to remove the stray ruffage from her usually perfectly coiffed hair. “Here dear” Thomas 1 says after handing Ester the afghan that was lying on the couch in the lounge she immediately grabbed it and formed a very fashonable sarong out of the blanket. The gang heard screeches again and ran to the window where they saw Pat outside with the hose turned on full force cleaning off Linda who he had tied to the fence using one of the Parelli brand rope halters. 59.99 plus tax. “Ewww” said Geek… “Wonder what happened to her?” “Maybe it’s a new Parelli game?” said Freedom. " What would they call it?" Asked Farmeress. “The soiling game… or judging by what Linda is doing now maybe The Crying Game?” “They can’t call it The Crying Game” Geek said "… unless… when Linda changed teams she also changed…
nevermind…
but before Geek could finish her thought they were distracted by a loud sound. “Do you hear drums?” asked Geek. “I’m not sure but I hear something pounding” said Farmeress. Just then the door was thrown open and in runs… Tammy Tata Tatonga… or at least they think that’s who it is with all the running her face was … umm … obscured at the moment. As the tatongas setteled into smaller waves of movement they could see now that is was indeed Tammy that had barged in. “DON’T DRINK THE WATER!” she shouts… before collapsing in a heap in the floor. Geek, Farmeress and Freedom both looked at the drinks in their hands like they had turned into snakes in their hands. “That Meanbritches trainer spiked it with Alli…” Tammy said between pants…" Unless you want to end up like Linda I suggest you put them down." Well those three dropped those cups in the wastebasket faster than a couple of free tickets to a Parelli show. “Whew… thank you Tammy” said Geek. “How can we ever thank you?” just about that time Jose (Raol’s brother) ran into the office no doubt responding to the commotion. He looked at Geek, Freedom and Farmeress, noting they all looked to be ok then he noticed panting on the floor was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He extended his hand to help Tammy up from the floor. “What is a beautiful creature as yourself doing on the floor?” He asked. As Tammy stood up she couldn’t take her eyes of the man standing in front of her. His tanned chest and 6 pack abs barely glistening with sweat seem to draw her gaze. “I…I…”. she stammered as her hand reached out for Jose to caress that chest like it had a mind of it’s own. “I was just warning them of the mean trick the Meanbritches trainer was trying to play on them… you know some people don’t like full figured women.” "Who would not like a woman with curves. " he said as he pulled Tammy closer to him. “That makes so much more to kiss and enjoy.” he said as his hands started caressing Tammy’s back. As Tammy and Jose continue to look into each others eyes the rest of the gang feeling the boarders lounge was getting a bit small at the moment, decided to excuse themselves discreetly from the room. “I must get air samples from this place” Geek said…“If I could bottle whatever is in the air here I could make a fortune. Viagra ain’t got nothing on this place.” Farmeress nodded her head in agreement and as they closed the boarders lounge door they heard the sound of tearing clothes and moans erupting from the lounge. Ester looked at Geek and said “Maybe you should find out the cause of all this unabandoned lust… maybe there is a cure…” "Just then Thomas 1 yanked her afgan sarong off with a growl and carried her up to the hayloft where Ester could be heard yelling “NEVERMIND!!!”
[QUOTE=RydArab;2904064]
I can see where some old school punk rock could actually be very invigorating during a cross country event.
I used to really love to listen to the Dead Kennedy’s or Bad Religion while cleaning house.
S.[/QUOTE]
Oooohhh…RydArab…now you’re talkin’! I love DK and…well, never mind…
everyone else is in the middle of a scene with the farrier. Sorry.
Thong??? Ha! Not in this part of the story…This farrier would be lucky to be wearing the metal shavings from down in the bottom of his blank horseshoe box. Although, come to to think of it- maybe a tattered and falling-apart-before-my-eyes thong would be ok.
(continued from above post)…As my hand was heading in one direction, my eyes were moving in another, coming to rest rest finally on his face. Did I mention his face? Well, his face was not so good. It wasn’t the worst I’ve seen, but yet it just didn’t go with that incredible body at all. In fact, now that I think about it- I must say that it was what some might call “roughly hewn” and still others might wonder if a big bag of those nice shiny hammers hadn’t somehow fallen on it at some point. And hard, might I add. With much impact. Maybe it was a definitive case of too many hooves to the face.Who knows.
As I stood there in front of the nude farrier in a semi-daze I tried to make some sense of the cosmic joke that was attached his neck. Giving up, finally, I decided that well, nevermind the face, if worse came to worse I could just put a brown paper sack over his head and then…
With the paper bag over his face, I now realized what a rich and timber voice he had. It was like a slow rumble of thunder across the dark night before the rain.
What else had I not paid attention to??
I removed the paper bag and was immediately lost in the bluest set of eyes I had ever seen. I was looking into a Caribbean sea where one is drawn to its’ beach, simply staring into the richness of colour.
I had no idea how much time had gone by…but…what I did realize was that now, I was holding in my hand a large, hard, warm…
Nevermind
hard, warm horseshoe.
Tearing my eyes away from the depths of the deepest blue eyes you could imagine I looked down to be sure of what I was really holding and felt it give a little. My hand unconsciously squeezed it feeling… never mind
Holy smokes this thread is going the way of Stiffen Peters!
HUH???..
Stiffen peters???
OHHHHHHHHHHHHH…
nevermind
clearly off topic… :mad:
nevermind… 
I looked down into my hand to see what the farrier had placed in it. There was a soft rustle from my hand. I saw the neatly written receipt he had handed me.
We both turned as we heard someone from outside call “door”.
The naked farrier moved the horse over…his well-endowed tool belt swaying with his movement.
In walked Moderator 2…a lovely creature that obviously took away the farriers breath…
She looked at the horses hooves and then at the naked farrier
“I am sorry”, she said, “But I am going to have to ask you to…”
nevermind
“The naked farrier moved the horse over…his well-endowed tool belt swaying with his movement.”
I could have sworn we were past the point where it-the tool belt- would still be swaying…
nm
I am going to have to ask you to come see my horse right away. I have him in this …errrrr small dark closet over here so never mind about that horse.
[QUOTE=Velvet;2916002]
ALWAYS??? Should I be apologizing to you? Or offering my condolences?? :winkgrin:[/QUOTE]
Now you’ve caught me between a rock and a…nevermind :winkgrin:
When Moderator 2 uttered those last few words to the obviously fascinated farrier that well endowed hanging tool belt lost its sway, and quickly. She picked up an intimidating looking dressage whip and smacked it against her pristine black field boot yielding a sharp crack that seemed to get the farriers head out of the clouds for an instant. She then cleared her throat, grabbed a few polo wraps and guided the farrier, sans paperbag, sans thong to the closet where her “horse” would have been packed in a like a bunch of sardines in a can-if he were actually there, that is. The farrier did not know it but Moderator 2’s horse was happily out rolling in 4 inches of mud at the time in a paddock a half an acre away. Moderator 2 did not know this either.
With another snap of the whip she asserted her leadership position and then the farrier began to…
Nevermind;)
Slowly try to back out but when he saw the key being swung around Mod 2’s pinky he decided to yield to…never mind.
The farrier began to work on the horse the moderator pointed to.
The moderator turned to me…
“Please go get my horse from the paddock,” she asked.
I reluctantly left the barn and the naked farrier and his well endowed belt.
As I closed the door and turned around, there before me stood four of the other barn workers…all in their mid-twenties…and all soooo very very good looking and well built…
and naked.
One of the handsome men named Raoul, came forward.
His body had been bronzed by the sun. He smelled of musk and soap.
His muscles rippled with each movement.
I noticed, extending from his body was a well sculpted and hard…
nevermind
:lol::lol::lol:
Y’all ain’t right! Get out and ride! Oh, the weather stinks.
Nevermind.
I think this thread might be getting better than…
Nevermind.
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