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He went
He sure did
Like a racehorse.
Boil him, mash him, stick him in a stew!
Boil him, mash him, use the rest for glue!
Paste-eaters, rejoice!
Why would I need to be sad to think about this dude? That makes no sense. When I’m sad I think about loser hoses, not absolute champions (like Potoooooooo).
I think it’s like, thinking about Potoooooooo is going to make you feel better? I don’t see any other way it’d make sense.
My favorite horse ever was Pink… He always stayed on the inside just to duck with the announcer.
Horsy McHorseface
