I like bulls and broncos...been around them enough through life...still haven't met a horse that can throw me, though. Played tag with bulls enough, slow thinking buggers that they are: they go full out at you and at the last moment they put their head down and wonder where the heck I went as I appear behind them.
I help a friend with horses these days, he trims their hooves while I keep them calm...big, small, miniature, Clydesdale, doesn't matter. I keep a secret in my pocket that they want, so they stay calm until their hooves have been trimmed and then I give it to them...a nice carrot. If they're feisty I take them for a walk until they calm down...yeah, persuasion is quite the persuader for attitude adjustment. Sounds like you and your cuz like the rough stuff...but I am wondering, do you ever dribble your tobacco juices down your dress?
Yeah, riding days are over unless it is really worth it, then I'll have to gallop flat out because a buggered lower back and neck these days means taking it slow just ain't worth it. You can probably tell that from the way I write though, hey SallyJessy? Either not at all or flat out? Either keeping something calm or playing with it?
I do so like the very first post you wrote, about revealing the secret to opening the Great Pyramid of Egypt...gracing us with your presence actually, like some Madame to the Gods come out of her bed to reveal something truly splendid to us mere mortals.
We were so thankful for the Gods allowing you out of their bed for a while, and you are still here, of glorious Madame with your flowing dress and your presence that casts a shadow over all us mere toys of yours.
Oh, how joyous are we that you dip your foot into our little pond with a promise of showing us how to open the Great Pyramid and to reveal yet another way into it besides the two ways we know of
Yay, we can only hope this new way goes past the concession stand so we may purchase hotdogs and nuts and the foam-hand of Ra and the Whistle of Isis that calls all things to it that us mere mortals cannot hear for we are but little people unlike you big, bounteous self, oh great SallyJessy - ah men - gracing us with your big bendy presence and banging a boon between your big Godly-loved bodily bits about a way into the Great Pyramid that has hidden from us all this time
And we know you will grant us this wonderful secret for we do so strive to be worthy of your secret that none but you know of, not even the Gods know of it, as surely you are the only one who uses the secret entrance when none are looking, like a great anteater tongue that darts into dark holes seeking sticky delights
Oh, blessed Madame of the Gods who doth please them to learn of such things with your donkey braying and your mulish barking and your ass hat held aloft like some great shadowy thing
May the Gods be well pleased that we have knelt down before you to wonder at the shape of your toes and why their are only two on each foot, while that is the preferred pleasure of the Gods in accepting such as your greatness into their bed so you can learn about the great secrets that even they do not know anymore, having been forgotten oh, so long ago
And SallyJessy - ah men - may you always seek to show us, one day, what it is that that secret is so that we may know you for the Great Godly Madame that you proclaim yourself to be in in descending to us with your great promise of great things that we are still yet to wonder at because you still keep them so well hidden that all we can do is think that you are distracted with your bedly duties to the Gods in pleasing them with your donkey mule ass hat that overshadows all things, and your anteater tongue darting into dark holes and seeking sticky delights
Maybe one day...maybe one day...maybe one day I'll pull this carrot from my pocket and give it to you instead of wearing you out with a long walk full of sights that all but yourself can see.
Ah, yes, what is their agenda? To obfuscate the truth of the matter, and I love playing with the truth...I so love going right back to the beginning and making a great tale out of it. Care to play again, SallyJessy? Mind the dribble on your dress though...as surely you haven't seen me calling you the wrong name in my posts, so you don't even know who you are, and in a few moments, you might just be another laugh we have about folks who don't know who they are let alone don't know what they are doing.