by 99Problems. » Mon Jun 06, 2011 3:33 pm
"I like Zan." she muttered with a full mouthful. Looking at the other stallion near her she started to feel a bit uncomfortable. She raised her legs high as she trotted from the pond, shaking out her wet, spotted coat. The distance between her and Zan was a bit closer, but no by much as she waited to see if he would make a move.
┏-------------------------------┓Oh baby, you can find me in the back of
a Ford truck tailgate.
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these
pretty things, gettin' down in that
Georgia clay.
And I'll find peace at the
bottom of a real tall
cold drink, chillin' to some
Skynyrd or some
old Hank.
Lets get this thing started,
it's my kind of party.
┗-------------------------------┛