shaolinrabbit

I was having a conversation today with a chick in China, and she was ignoring me, so I started her on a story to see if I couldn't pull in some interest. It went a little something like this:

"I was out at my sister's ranch, maybe six or seven years ago. No, it must have been ten because Dad was there. Anyways, we were out riding horses and hit this strange bit of grassy knoll. It didn't make the horses nervous but we felt it from the saddle. The whole ground was kind of wobbly, like jello. Every time a hoof hit you could see the ground just bend underneath like it was flexible, like the surface of one of those Swedish exercise balls when you put your hand on it."

And you know what? She didn't even care. Now, seriously, who doesn't want to know the rest of that story? It's a true story.