We had pulled up to the light. The horse looked at me and snorted,
I looked at the horse and said "Mr ED, you're going down".
The Amish guy in the buggy said "Ya verngin gerngin eeegar nergan slergan"
, I think that means "Eat my dust City Fag". Well as you can see it wasn't my best race.
Later that day I went to the park and gave some kids on big wheels a real good leg beating.
Here I am in a real race. The look on my face isn't because I can't breath, it's that I just realized that I was missing "The Blues Show"
