Scared? Moi?
No dears… I’m at a truck stop (can you say THIRD WORLD???) in some godforsaken dustpit, on my journey to get my 3-legged mare down to Texas for her “dose.” Spent last night at a nudist campground outside Mobile, and the gophers kept crawling in my sleeping bag with me. Or at least I think they were gophers. Could have been petite, hairy, redneck teenagers out for no good.
Someone save me… I think I’ve gone Western!!! There’s this really, like, cute, like, really cool and awesome cowboy sitting across the way with major bling on his belt buckle (not that I’m staring at his groin or anything)… and he can’t keep his one good eye off me. His glass eye’s on my mare. Maybe he’s kinky, or, like, lewd, or something? I mean, it’s not like she’s a sheep or something. Well that’s just gross!!! Not that I’m a prude or anything…
And if that Appy gets there first, no fair!!! I got first dibs!!! Do you think I should get my mare inspected now, or after the “deed?” She’s got some kind of a brand on her hip already… it’s a little faded, but I think it says “USDA.” It’s probably one of them high-falutin’ dressage organizations. Bet that increases her value ten-fold, right??? And then I can sell the foal for the big $$$$$$$$$$, buy me some acreage and set up a breeding operation all my own!!! Shoot, I’ll trade you my 3-legged mare for your stallion, and we’ll call it even!!!