This was my second time seeing that guy ride his horse down Clarksville Pike. Last time he was by the Kroger. This time he was by the Pizza Hut. I don’t know why you’d ride your horse around Bordeaux, but the more I think about it, the more I’m like, well, I don’t see why you wouldn’t ride your horse around Bordeaux.
And, unrelatedly, I got catcalled. But it made me laugh, because they were young and seemed utterly sincere and I was wearing my overalls and hadn’t showered.
I mean, if that’s me at my hottest, I have been doing it all kinds of wrong until now.
Hey, don’t disown the hotness. I get cruised more often than most on Sunday mornings when I roll up at the Crack Kroger straight out if bed wearing no makeup & clothes that came off the floor.