Build me up Buttercup

Anyone want to help throw dead grass onto a cops yard? Well, actually I’m just giving it back. He tossed it over the fence first. Now, I am resending the favor. But, I don’t think he has a horse in his yard of which he has to worry about eating the dead grass along with gas residue. I could go over to his house and ask him nicely to stop, but a hard lesson is a remembered lesson. Plus, I’m difficult. Plus, it’d be way more amusing to do that to a cop. And how many times do I have to tell people not to feed my fucking horse. Honestly, I give him enough treats. Okay, once in awhile they can give him apples …great, go for it, carrots …good, sugar cubes …I say lucky horse. When it comes to bananas, onions (store bought, which still had the elastics on them), can lids, and pineapples …I say fuck off. I’m sick of tossing garbage (not just “food”) back over. Not to mention all the fucking golf balls in my field ...well, my dad has a bit to do with that. I told him he should stop. Are people trying to poison if not break my horse’s leg so that we have to put him down? Ugh. Fucking morons of Gimli. Do I really need signs that say, “don’t feed the animals”?

LOUD NOISES!!!
Anyways, here’s something to cheer me up.
And a Happy Birthday to Calco and Christo-pho!