Clippity clop, you don't stop...especially when sequestering in equestrian riding gear...from a nosebag & Hermes bridal to the mane saddle bagged like a nag unstable at the glue factory gates....
Sorry, little one, MoTHER [loves you...]. in the director's chair, doing a cabaret number while out riding Balenciaga, my imaginary stallion. Set the mood lights. Put on your lucky hooves. Come trot down the main street. Get into the groove! I can't cantor...for inspiration!
Come, I'll race you by a nose length. Faster, Balenciaga, faster...!
classic
danglin413 4 years ago