Last Fourth of July in keeping with the forefathers quest for freedom from religion we saw a horse with five legs. It was at a quaint parade in a small town where apparently the horses (in addition to getting patriotic) get frisky every now and again.
Randy was the last horse to trot through the parade route and he stopped right in front of my family and decided that would be a good time to try and mount the female (?) horse in front of him.
|Photo courtesy of: www.yellowstone.magic.com I was pretty pissed, too when Randy tried to ruin the patriotic time I was having.|
To say the least, it was awkward for all the adults witnessing and traumatic for all the children who witnessed this. Truth be told (because it's always a good idea to tell the truth, thank you George Washington), I was traumatized for quite a while afterward as well.
This year, there were no horses with five legs. For that, I am thankful.
Instead there was a bar complete with prostitutes (?) and an effigy hanging on the porch. Because what says, "Happy Birthday, America!" better than that? (Except, of course, a horse with five legs.)
|I bet the guy on the porch was pissed, too.|