Evading Capture

A friends new horse evaiding capture

A friend and I stopped at his home near Fountain Hills, Arizona to pick something up and looked in on his new horse who didn’t want to participate in being ogled. Of course, I was told what kind of horse it is and what its name was, but do I remember any of that as I sit here late in the evening picking at my brain for those details? Heck no. But I do remember his little fat goat with 4-inch legs whose name is Goat, although again, the breed is not to be found in my head.

3 Replies to “Evading Capture”

  1. Sorry Mike but this must remain a secret, let’s just say my powers of hypnotization are stronger than you might think – or remember!!! Are you sure you don’t have recollections of pole dancing, goats, and nipple clamps?

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