sickboyedd

My lovely horse, running
through the field,
Where are you going with
your fetlocks blowing in the
wind?
I want to shower you with
sugarlumps,
And ride you over fences,
Polish your hooves every
single day,
And bring you to the horse
dentist.

My lovely horse,
You're a pony no more,
Running around with a man
on your back,
Like a train in the night (yeah)
Like a train in the night.

YEAH! It was good to be back in Leeds, if only to see Metro, my faithful horse. Yeah, Brokeback baby!

The mystery of Eeynip Po runs deep, I asked an Evening Post seller what his cryptic message meant and he swiftly pressed a free can of beans in my hands and bid me on my way. I now suspect the Eeynip Po conspiracy runs deep, could this be the dark hand of the Illuminati at work?

I wasn't able to get a mexican wrestling mask, so no terror raids into my flat with the aim of making my housemates cack themselves. I'm tempted to dress like this disturbing video as a substitute...

In a great mood now, so much so that I'm actually going to look at boobies on SG, something that I perversely haven't done for quite some time now....

Peace and love xxxxxxxxx