I don’t ride horses. I don’t like people on my back; I figure they feel
the same. I ride carousel horses. Ride them likea pro.
I lift my hat to the ladies waiting for their cowboys, and if I see a bad guy, I don’t shoot. I capture.
I don’t ride on weekends. I leave those for the youngsters.
Once, a short, fat man of unbearable weight injured a horse. The horse’s legs broke under its body. It could not be saved.
The short, fat man was inconsolable.
With one shot, the vet put him out of his misery.
