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I used to have a Howrse account a long time ago, and decided a while back to give it a go again. I really enjoy playing this game and LOVE horses (obvious right
) and I really hope I will own one some day!
I do not accept random friend requests so please do not send me any!
I am open to offers on any of my horses, but not all of them are for sale. If I say no, sorry in advance.
My game:
When I'm not BLUPing for my teams, I breed unis. Mostly French Trotter but I have slowly been more involved in Paint and Arabian unis and recently picked up a couple of Morgans to get into those a bit. All my unicorns are in the ᴜɴᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴀʙʟᴇ tab if you want to check them out
Some of my favorite coats and RCs are in the ~α ¢συят σƒ ∂ιѕαяяαу~ tab
This is super funny!
Things you shouldn't do in an Elevator!!! (Love this!)
1. Announce in a demonic voice: "I must find a more suitable host body."
2. Ask, “Did you hear that cable snapping sound?”
3. Drop a pen and wait until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream, “That’s mine!”
4. Hold the elevator door open and say you’re waiting for your friend. After a while, let the doors close and say, “Hi John, how’s your day been?”
5. When there’s only one other person on the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and pretend it wasn’t you.
6. Leave a box in a corner, and when someone gets on, ask if they hear something ticking.
7. Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.
8. Say, while holding a paper with OUT OF ORDER written on it, “I wonder why this was glued on the door when I came in.”
9. Scribble furiously on a notepad while looking at each passenger. When they try to look, hide the pad.
10. Stare at another passenger for a while, then scream “You’re one of THEM!” and cower to the far corner of the elevator.
11. When the elevator doors close, bang on them, screaming "Let me out!"
12. Post this on your page if you think this is funny!
Re-post this if
-you hear your name even if it's not being called
-you hate hearing your voice in recordings.
-you use the word "thingy" when you can't remember what something is called.
-you say the entire alphabet because you can't remember what letter comes next.
-you and your best friend can say one word and crack up.
-you hate when one string of your hoodie is longer than the other.
-you hate it when people think you like someone when you clearly don't.
-you hate it when your favorite song comes on, as you pull into the driveway.
-you push those little buttons on the lids of fast-food drinks.
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WE ARE GIRLS:
WE RUN AROUND THE HOUSE WHILE WE BRUSH OUR TEETH.
WE READ THE SHAMPOO BOTTLE IN THE SHOWER.
WE LAUGH AT OUR OWN JOKES BEFORE WE TELL THEM.
WE CAN READ A SENTENCE 10 TIMES WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING IT.
WE GO INTO THE SHOWER AND FORGET OUR TOWELS SO WE HAVE TO MAKE A RISKY RUN TO OUR BEDROOMS HOPING NOBODY SEES US.
WE PUSH DOORS, EVEN WHEN THE BOLD LETTERS IN FRONT OF US SAY PULL.
WE SAY "WHAT?" EVEN IF WE HAVE UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING SOMEONE HAS SAID.
WE CAN SEE THE SAME MOVIE 10 TIMES.
WE HAVE TO CALL OUR OWN PHONE TO FIND IT.
WE CAN LOOK AT THE CLOCK WITHOUT SEEING WHAT TIME IT IS.
WE TURN THE PILLOW TO LIE ON THE COLD SIDE.
WE SET THE ALARM CLOCK TO RING EARLIER IN THE MORNING SO WE CAN LAY IN LONGER.
BEFORE WE GO TO BED WE CALCULATE HOW MANY HOURS WE GET TO SLEEP.
WE TRY TO DO THINGS BEFORE THE MICROWAVE BEEPS.
WE CLOSE THE FRIDGE SLOWLY TO SEE IF THE LIGHT STAYS ON.
WE TRY AND BALANCE THE LIGHT BETWEEN ON AND OF.
IF THIS IS THE KIND OF GIRL YOU ARE COPY AND PASTE THIS ON YOUR PAGE
WAYS TO KEEP YOUR SANITY!!!
1. Sit in a parked car with sunglasses on and point a hairdryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.
2. Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.
3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask them if they want fries with that.
4. Put a paper bin on your desk and label it "in"
5. Order a diet water whenever you go out to eat-- with a serious face.
6. Specify that your drive-thru order is "to go"
7. Skip rather than walk.
8. Don't use any punctuation.
9. Sing along at the opera.
10. Five days in advance tell your friends you can't go to their party because you're just not in the mood.
11. When money comes out of the cash machine, scream " I WON, I WON! "
12. When leaving the zoo, start running toward your car in the parking lot screaming, " They're loose! "
13. Put this on your page and make someone else smile.
This is a beautiful story:
Eight is the number of years I served my owners. Racing, pulling, standing for farriers, leading through crowds and hauling everywhere. I have plenty of hay, horse friends, and time to myself. Green pastures, blue skies, I am at peace.
Seven is the number of months I carry on in pain after falling. I do it for them, anything for him. He is impatient with me. I try hard to keep up, but the pain slows me down. Every step hurts. No one wants to drive me; a new horse arrives to carry on in my place. I do not know this word: "useless."
Six is the number of hours I stood in that trailer after you sold me. The pain kept me from moving. The harness was stiff and dirty. The whip was painful, I had to pull. But then I couldn’t. I do not know this word: “broken”
Five is the number of hours I stand in the small pen at the auction. I hurt, I do not know these horses, I do not know these people. I'm far from my pasture. I search for comfort, switching weight off my painful leg, the people notice. I do not know this word: "lame."
Four is the number of times my value is calculated by my weight. I don't understand their words, but I can read their eyes. Hard stares. I try to be invisible, but they see me. I do not know this word: "slaughter."
Three is the number of sniffs I take of your face through the pen before deciding you are kind and safe. I like your eyes, they are soft. I like your hands they are gentle. Please don't leave me here. I try to pick my feet up for you, it hurts. I try hard. I rest my muzzle in your hand.
Two is the number of minutes it takes for me to pass through another pen. I am scared, I am trapped, I am alone, people are shouting, it hurts to walk. A man is talking, his voice echo's all around me, there are so many people watching me, hard stares. Suddenly it's over. I do not know this word: "sold."
One is the number of hours it takes before I walk onto a trailer. I am alone, I am scared, it is moving. The door opens, I hold my breath and brace at the light. It's you!! I stand still and breathe slow. Kind hands, soft words, I'm not afraid now. I do not know this word: "rescued."
Two is the number of X-rays the vet takes while I stand quietly for you, anything for you. Many days have passed. I have energy now; my pain is less. I like my new pasture, I like my new stall, I like my new hay. I don't know why we have a vet, but I stand still for his visits. So many visits. I do not know this word: "rehabilitation."
Three is the number of months before the pain is all the way gone. I am relaxed with you; we start to ride together. I'm afraid the pain will come back, but you are gentle, so I try. I try hard for you, anything for you.
Four is the number of weeks I learn a new way of riding. Another person rides me every day. I'm becoming strong, I understand my lessons, I am proud to work, I feel you are happy with me, visiting me and learning together. I do not know this word: "training."
Five is the number of years I work hard for you. We travel to shows, we work cows, we ride with friends. We do hundreds and hundreds of miles together. You trust me and I trust you, I give you everything I have, everything for you, anything for you. I memorize your rhythm, your looks, your moods. I know when to be wild and when to be still. We are a team.
Six is the number of minutes I try to hide the pain after a fall, but you see through me. I stand for the vet, still as a stone. The pain leaves but I sense your sadness. I remember a word from before when I had pain, "useless", but you never say that word. You no longer ride me, but I see you every day, for carrots and treats and long walks. I relax again, you will not abandon me. This is a new way of being together. I do not know this word: "retired."
Seven is the number of breaths I take in your arms. It has been many years; we have grown old and wise and slow together. I lay down like so many times before but could not rise. You came right away. I tried for you, but I could not stand. You say its ok, sink down next to me. I breathe slow. You are very close, holding my head, weeping, I feel your sadness, so I put my muzzle in your hand one last time to comfort you, anything for you. I breathe out. Green pastures, blue skies, I am at peace. I know this word: "love."