The days of old
January 26th, 2008
I took my trusted steed into Blacks Gaslight Village in Iowa City to get some feed and water. It was a wonderful place and we had a great time cavorting with all the women. He got a little drunk and tried putting his saddle on backwards, but he was having a good time. If I had not known better I would have said he was just horsing around but a picture of the event showed up on the front page of the local paper for the entire world to see. I was embarrassed and I told him so. So much for taking him on vacation with me. That won’t happen any more.
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