I am planning a trip to Horseland with Sarah Ulmer. My boss is retiring and he owns trotters, so we're getting him a horse blanket as a farewell present. Apart from those teenage years spent obsessing over horse books, I don't know much about the nuts and bolts of horsing so I recruited an excited Sarah U to come with me.
"I'm always trying to get people to come to Horseland with me, " she cried. "I shan't sleep the night before!"
I fully expect her to roll up in jodhpurs, and possibly pawing at the ground.
She's very well groomed.
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I cannot believe that 'Horseland' is a REAL PLACE.
I know, it sounds like a 14-year-old girls' fantasy.
Or a bad porno flick.
Whinny!
Yeah, the existence of Horseland threw me for a loop, too- is it right next door to Lizard world? Tea cozies R us? Flaxseed Central?
No, it is right next to the pottery bazaar if memory serves correct.
I just got a phone call from Sarah U. "Who's this Spud Mack?" she asked. "He knows where Horseland is!" Yet another layer of the Spud Mack onion is revealed.
Spud Mack is spot on.
Ride on, black mule.
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