| dingslotus ( @ 2006-12-26 19:00:00 |
| Current music: | Streams of Whiskey, the Pouges |
Pistol isnt a horse, she is the Devil incarnate.
So you lean forward to go. Got it.
Sit back, she slows down. Happiness.
I lean just a tinsy bit and off I slide.
She thinks its funnier than hell.
Her ears hide her horns.
What a brat.
Hear me horse! I wont smuggle in any more apples!