A talented race horse that broke it's leg. They tried for something like six months to rehabilitate it, the public got attached to it, then they finally decided to put it down yesterday.
Are people like "poor horsie, why did those horrible humans do this to you!?!" or what?
The people who cared are sad he died. And now that I think about it Barbaro's condition might have had something to do with a weird law that went through four or five months ago about horses not being used for meat.
In any case, I picture people talking about the tragedy while they munch on chicken sandwiches.
My irritation isn't logically consistent but it exists.
Just before you start driving, scream at them that you're bleeding from your crotch and that you will not tolerate any bickering. Make sure to have enough pointy objects nearby to prove that you are serious.
sufficiently large doses of medication, and you won't care what they're saying, or about anything else, for a couple of hours
well... if it is benadryl or scopolamine, you will care what they are saying, but you won't really have any idea if what you are hearing is accurate. Or if the guy running next to the car banging on the window is really just trying to get money for a soda.
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Yay, a goldfarmer in D&D!
They seem super-intense, though
I almost never go to SF. It's really inconvenient from school, and when I'm home there's basically nothing I want to go for.
I mean, I guess you guys could go clubbing?
What´s your excuse, Mr. Fencingsax?
I'm not into that kinda thing. Just give me a half dozen girls, a group of 6 to 8 women I can settle down with, and I'll be happy.
That´s a good answer!
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Should´ve read:
Now, that´s a good answer!
This way it has more punch.
A talented race horse that broke it's leg. They tried for something like six months to rehabilitate it, the public got attached to it, then they finally decided to put it down yesterday.
Are people like "poor horsie, why did those horrible humans do this to you!?!" or what?
The people who cared are sad he died. And now that I think about it Barbaro's condition might have had something to do with a weird law that went through four or five months ago about horses not being used for meat.
In any case, I picture people talking about the tragedy while they munch on chicken sandwiches.
My irritation isn't logically consistent but it exists.
To clarify what I´m babbling about:
I´m no vegetarian, definitely not. Would I eat my dog? No fucking way!
[spoiler:866b690e99]He´s dead now for about four years, I´m pretty sure he´d taste nasty![/spoiler:866b690e99]
Yeah, it isn't logically consistent of me.
It isn't often I'm suddenly struck by the desire to yell at people though. I wonder why this triggered it.
[chat] dies.
Large doses of muscle relaxant.
Assuming you aren't going to be driving, of course.
No, but his family bicker and bicker and I'm going to be bleeding and gah
All I know is I'm glad the horse got put down. My Elmers has been crapping out lately, and I'm pretty sure it's due to the lack of horse.
God I'm such a dork.
I have none, otherwise I'd be all over that option like white on rice.
Why you hatin' on Uncle Ben? You on the rag or something?
well... if it is benadryl or scopolamine, you will care what they are saying, but you won't really have any idea if what you are hearing is accurate. Or if the guy running next to the car banging on the window is really just trying to get money for a soda.
if you take enough.
he's just making sure you are good enough.
took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer
It was pretty weird. He got like, a good six-second stare in. It was a horrible feeling.