Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Mr. Hands


     I woke up strapped to a table unable to move. Just a minute ago I was trotting through a luscious green field just enjoying the freedom I had, then all of a sudden I had blacked out and now I was awake. I looked at my surroundings but the room was pitch black and I was unable to move because I was strapped down tight. Minutes went by then hours then when I surely thought I was going to die from starvation, I saw a light coming from the other end of the room. The door creaked open and a big man that kinda looked like Mr. Chiquitillo Jalapeno Junior walked inside, then when he got close enough that I could actually see his face, I noticed that it wasn’t Mr. Chiquitillo Jalapeno Junior because that man had a pedostach. He looked at me with a devilish grin on his face and slowly took out something huge from his fanny pack that he was wearing. I couldn’t quite make out what the large item was. Then he took it out of his case and I noticed that it was a needle. This man was going to inject me with steroids. He explained to me what his plan was as he inserted the huge needle into my butt. As the needle penetrated my skin I made a loud neigh. He said that he was going to inject a lot of steroids into me and put me in horse races to win him money. That really didn’t bother me I had always wanted to be a famous race horse. After he was done giving me about fifty shots of steroids he let me run free. So now I’m scratching my butt on the fence because that shot that he gave me really irritated it.

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