Posted on 11/16/2018 10:56:07 PM PST by ransomnote
My wife and I rode horses down the isle when we got married, we had a medeival wedding before it was cool. I was on an 18 hand pregnant Percheron.
-SB
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>>Such a wealth of information that makes all come to life!
This is the way I love learning history. By bringing these people back to life in front of your eyes. WAY before we did the statistical analysis of things like “which favorite tongue movements of which poet is more like that seen in Night Before Christmas,” I had no doubt that Henry was the actual author. I knew when I had finally tracked down Clement Moore’s poetry at Brown University and started to watch it print out. The man was a horrible poet! Additionally, the character of each man shouted itself out of each of their poems. The more you read Henry, the more you fall in love with the sheer goodness of the man. The more you read Moore, the more your skin crawls.
>>I was on an 18 hand pregnant Percheron
Oh, please. One picture. Please.
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Outrageously horrific. May the perps have relentless nightmares of being their victims complete with screaming over the pain so startling they wake up panicked and in a cold sweat. And that whether they have been sentenced to severe justice, or not.
Can’t abide grits. Pan fried was slightly tolerable once. As a cereal, it’s gag material, to me.
Impressive horse. I assume this was outside! LOL.
Would love to see a few pics of horses and wedding.
I was told 18, I didn’t measure.
-SB
Very cool!!! Did your wife ride side-saddle?
Your post reminds me of the late great blues guitarist, Albert Collins, and his song, “Don’t Go Reaching Across My Plate”
I saw AC three times at our local jazz club...and he always had a twinkle in his eye and was really enjoying himself and the crowd.
— Excerpt —
“At a party last week, there was some high-class folks
Ev’rything on the table, an’ that ain’t no joke
They had barbecue possum, rattlesnake gravy
Chicken fried skunk, an’ it smelt real crazy
Ev’rything went fine, but one thing made me blue
A cat reached across my plate, for some armadillo stew
Now when you at the table, you act real nice
You say, “pass me that” or “pass me the platter”
But just because you hungry, an’ happen to come in late
Don’t you go reachin’, across MY plate”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKIHAvTuDEQ
Great pics. Thanks.
Yet another great one gone. God rest his soul.
Get over it, Putin troll, you are a coward calling people names and should be kicked out of here, don’t even address me you abuser. I’ll just address the Russian disinformation you post about that future Islamic country.
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