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Friday, April 28, 2006

Yay or neigh?

OK, you need to understand something right up front: I am a bit of a mystic. I believe in things like crystals and spirit guides and shamanism. Oh, and I believe in reincarnation. In fact I believe I was Joan of Arc, Bathsheba and, of course, Catherine the Great. Of course that last one is obvious with my love of horses. I don't just love horses I LOVE horses. I mean I REALLY LOVE horses. I particularly love horses that love me. Now some guys seem to get jealous of my love for horses, but, I have to be honest, I really don't care. If a guy can't handle my love for horses, well, I'll just stick with the horses. Sure a horse can't go to the movies or dinner, but... Did I mention I really love horses?

Make up your own explanation of why this woman is bending over for a horse in the forums.




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