i love you so much it’s retarded
the interior paper design is v cute also. this is a gift, not for me, and here is a secret i do not “get” the horse thing, like, at all. they kinda terrify me. i’ve only ever been on one once when i was a little kid, with my brother, we went around this trail and i was so nervous i almost fainted and i’m pretty sure i cried the entire time my parents had to force me on. there’s a picture of this too and the expression on my face is pure terror. fil might ride a horse tomorrow. me? pass. no christopher reevesing over here k. i think my nerves would just freak any horse right out and i’d get bucked and there is no convincing me otherwise. i’d rather jump out of a plane. yeah it’s safe to say i have myself a little horse phobia.
hello noel.
alright time for wii fat and after that i shall trim the trim it’s been like 2 weeks i will probably get a head rush from leaning over for ten solid minutes, wuhoo free high!
Equinophobia. The fear of horses.
Vaggitarious. Well….you know.
anything that can trample me or bite my face off i do not find cute or cuddly
I’m with you on the horse/horse riding phobia. Those guys are unpredictable and sketchy. And this is coming from someone who’s ridden an elephant and a camel.
I’m not into horses either. AT ALL. I was on one once and the fucker bucked me, never again, no waaaaay.
I, too, have never understood the horse thing. They make lousy house pets and as a tool of war, frankly, they are obsolete.
the first time i rode a horse it took off through a trailer park with me on it.
also i feel so sad for that elephant in the glass!
my parents made me go to horse camp. for like 4 summers. ugh
Barbapapa! Clickety click, barba trick!
clickity-click!
Tool of WAR? A Trojan One, mebeee
ps i love you so much it’s retarded is so SWEET.
Oh yeah- A horsie stepped ON MY FOOT ONCE and try to push a single-minded horse off of you sometime. Left a bruise is all. I don’t like bitey horses.
not with you guys on the horses i’m afraid. you should talk to my horse-training friend who keeps riding etc. even though she nearly died from a concussion (unrelated to horses).
i love the “Hell No” piece – who does it?
What the hell are those pink and red blobby things supposed to be?
aw fuck, that little penny farthing/tooth combo has got me all weak in the knees… plus, those little felt apples– jesus! killed by adorable.
On my parents’ farm, a big black stallion named Midnight reared up and smashed one of his hooves into my skull. There was blood everywhere, and I got a quick ride into hospital where they had to put quite a few stitches in my head and admit me for concussion. Before that, I was OK with horses. Now I’m very wary of them!
That gallery looks awesome.
I’ll take one of everything!
hey
i love you