EIGHT BELLES! I can't believe they killed that horse. That fucking horse wanted to live. Like Barbaro. That horse wanted to live for another year while Appalachia's best and brightest sent it flowers and postcards and tried to bring it water like some sort of equine Terri Schiavo. That horse had heart. While the horses' ankles were broken, one thing that remained unbreakable was its spirit.
And, even though it was a chick, that horse had a bigger horsecock than any of you haters can ever hope to have. Even in the face of two broken anks worth of adversity, that horse never...I repeat, NEVER...laid on the track like a broad.
The interesting thing to see will be how the freerepublic reacts, as they are all undoubtedly horse lovers, however, this was Hillary Clinton's horse. Well, her prediction at least. Quite a dilemma, as you can see. I'm guessing it's Hillary's fault for killing the horse.
Obama's horse lost because it was not black enough. McCain fell asleep while thinking of a prediction, but dreamed about riding a snow-white unicorn.
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