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thinkin of writing a adult book called altevo pablo.it's about a horse.
july 1st.2001
Someone came to see me in the field today she was a strange girl she kept trying to catch me...i was always just out of her reach she called me a loony and that she would "never buy a horse with such a bad habit" i haven't got bad habits...well i think i haven't...hmmmmm...anyway as she was leaving i bit her bum she really pised me off.
july 2nd.2001
Sally came today and put a sign over the gate it looked like elas rof esroh.i asked matty wat it said and he said it said horse for sale.poor old matty i'm gonna miss him sooooooo much.
july 3rd.2001
Sally came and saddled me up this afternoon she started crying on the outride and said "i don't want this to be the last outride i have on you".why is it the last outride she'll have on me are we going to a show or something.
july 4th.2001
Another girl came today she was a lot nicer then the other one though she brought da da da daaaaaaaaaaa POLOS she was a lovely girl.she road me round the ring so gently it was wonderful.and when she took my tack off she took the bridle off first!!! AND she said she would buy me if i didn't weave in the stable.
july 5th.2001
that girl came back today with a horse box.she loaded me up and took me to this yard there's horses everywere she has just turned me out into the paddock and guess what theres loads of horses in the next door paddock i run up to meet them i stand at the gate asking myself "why aren't they coming over"suddenly one of the horses see me and walks over from what i can see he's an old grey shetland pony he hasn't got a bit of paso fino in him i am thinking of turning away but one of the other horses shouts "yo mate hows the grass out there"i reply "very nice thank you hows your's" he replys "the grass in this field is shiit mate you've got the best grass and paddock because your new.were have you come from you loser" before i can reply the little shetland says "just ignore him he thinks he's better then everyone else because he's a retired racehorse.what breed are you" i reply "my mum was a paso fino and my dad was a arab" the shetland and i had a good natter to each other i found out his name is mingo he didn't even laugh when i told him my name was altevo pablo nice guy.
what do you think.:)
july 1st.2001
Someone came to see me in the field today she was a strange girl she kept trying to catch me...i was always just out of her reach she called me a loony and that she would "never buy a horse with such a bad habit" i haven't got bad habits...well i think i haven't...hmmmmm...anyway as she was leaving i bit her bum she really pised me off.
july 2nd.2001
Sally came today and put a sign over the gate it looked like elas rof esroh.i asked matty wat it said and he said it said horse for sale.poor old matty i'm gonna miss him sooooooo much.
july 3rd.2001
Sally came and saddled me up this afternoon she started crying on the outride and said "i don't want this to be the last outride i have on you".why is it the last outride she'll have on me are we going to a show or something.
july 4th.2001
Another girl came today she was a lot nicer then the other one though she brought da da da daaaaaaaaaaa POLOS she was a lovely girl.she road me round the ring so gently it was wonderful.and when she took my tack off she took the bridle off first!!! AND she said she would buy me if i didn't weave in the stable.
july 5th.2001
that girl came back today with a horse box.she loaded me up and took me to this yard there's horses everywere she has just turned me out into the paddock and guess what theres loads of horses in the next door paddock i run up to meet them i stand at the gate asking myself "why aren't they coming over"suddenly one of the horses see me and walks over from what i can see he's an old grey shetland pony he hasn't got a bit of paso fino in him i am thinking of turning away but one of the other horses shouts "yo mate hows the grass out there"i reply "very nice thank you hows your's" he replys "the grass in this field is shiit mate you've got the best grass and paddock because your new.were have you come from you loser" before i can reply the little shetland says "just ignore him he thinks he's better then everyone else because he's a retired racehorse.what breed are you" i reply "my mum was a paso fino and my dad was a arab" the shetland and i had a good natter to each other i found out his name is mingo he didn't even laugh when i told him my name was altevo pablo nice guy.
what do you think.:)
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i can't be horrible to you lot for long you're to funny
remembered to put the padlock on the paddock gate this time
got a big grass stain on my top now and i've got a graze on my knee
remembered to put the padlock on the paddock gate this time
got a big grass stain on my top now and i've got a graze on my knee
It's the proper, upper-class way to deal with things: electrocute it, shoot it, or rip it apart with some dogs.
mate you ought to try it.
let the pain flow like a river.
let the pain flow like a river.
closed the gates inside the house and caught him with a horsy persons best friends.......polos
tiptopb###h wrote:
> got a big grass stain on my top now and i've got a graze on my knee
u got cam :0)
> got a big grass stain on my top now and i've got a graze on my knee
u got cam :0)
FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> It's the proper, upper-class way to deal with things: electrocute it,
> shoot it, or rip it apart with some dogs.
not true me and some of my friends protested about hunting and the hare racing
> It's the proper, upper-class way to deal with things: electrocute it,
> shoot it, or rip it apart with some dogs.
not true me and some of my friends protested about hunting and the hare racing
you have to be carm around horses if you're not you have no chance..........oh god he's giving me the evil eye
Yeah right, I don't really care.
he's really freaking me i hate it when he gives me the evil eye
the slakke skyn aboute his nekke shaketh
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