For the first time in a long time, mah editor came out to see me. As usual, there was the customary Brushing and Grooming of the Feet, followed by the Distribution of the Snak. There was also the Application of the Fly Sprays. It has been so long since she has been here that she forgots how to ride. That's right, she sat on me backwards today.
It is that time of the year when there is fresh green hays laid out for me. A whole truckload of it crawled up into the hay loft on a conveyor belt. I am going to eat every single bit of it by myself and not share it with one single person this means you Bullseye, Whiskey, Senor Huck, Molly all of you %&*#@*.
I saw a broom and tried to eat it. The hay it is made out of tastes terriful.
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