| The Hose and the Soda |

Here is a story. It makes no sense at all. It's really dumb. I hate it. But, please keep in mind that I am about 72.4% drunk, and I assure you this blog will return to it's normal witty form tomorrow.

The Horse and the Soda

There was a horse. He was grey-ish. He had a name, but could not remember it. Oh, and his soda pop was warm.

He decided to go looking for some ice.

Up and down the street he walked, all the while people giving him strange looks. Then, he saw a store that sold ice. The horse realized he did not have any money. How does a horse get money?

He spindle kicked an small boy. But the boy had only change. Then he robbed a bank.

He went back to the store, and putting the bag of ice on the counter, he realized something.

"Wayne! My name is Wayne!"

"You can talk?!" exclaimed the shop keep.

"Hey, I guess I can. And why am I drinking soda, anyway? I'm a horse" said Wayne.

"You should write this shit down," said the shop keep.

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If that made even one of you smile in the slightest, it was worth it.

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See you in the a.m.