I went out to dinner tonight, with a group of non-horsey people, and at the end of the meal, the waitress gave us each a peppermint--plus one to spare. The single mint sat, lonely, on the table...
"Is anyone going to take this peppermint? ... No one? Great, I'll take it home for Blaze."
The people who knew that Blaze was a horse were no less confused than the people didn't.
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Well, it all makes perfect sense to me!! *LOL*
ReplyDeleteOhh, the non-horsey people of the world. Whatever will we do with them?
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