That's my horse! (Third place)

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

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Someone desrves a pat on the back.

Not unlike the story of beauty and the beast, I come along as a ragged old lady asking for a ride to the next town. When nearly a laugh refuses I transform into my dazzling self, shining brightness. I dazzle him beyond belief, he's completely blind. I take this opportunity to mount the horse and run off..

MY HORSE

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Cancel the apocalypse
Cartons of the milky way with pictures of a missing planet
Last seen in pursuit of an American dream

Sydney left the horse for a few seconds to answer in "The Mars Volta" thread", I, smarter, mounted the horse and continued my way to find Comandante.

MY HORSE

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"The sound of music in my ears"

“The great error of earlier ethics is that it conceived itself as concerned only with the relations of man to man." - Albert Schweitzer

Usually you pay double for that kind of action, Cotton.

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Let's get down to brass tacks. How much for the Ape?

I tempt away Melo with some meat and potato pies...... DRUGGED meat and potato pies! While he snoozes I take back....

MY HORSE

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Not Now John might not be me, but he wishes he was.

Well, i don't eat meat. You would have to drug me before that. You need to think another way to take...

MY HORSE

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"The sound of music in my ears"

“The great error of earlier ethics is that it conceived itself as concerned only with the relations of man to man." - Albert Schweitzer

I yell to Melo "LOOK HOUSES WITH NO CURTAINS!!". It doesn't take one second that he jumps off the horse to have a look.


MY HORSE

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Daddy! Take the banana! Tomorrow is Sunday!

I stand infront of a lake looking forlorn, Lilly never wanting to miss a good photo op runs to get her camera, I jump on the horse (leaving Lils some Thortons chocolates to say sorry).

MY HORSE

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Not Now John might not be me, but he wishes he was.

I enlist the help of a boy scout troop who are in the middle of preparing a barbecue. I point at Chrissie's fingers, and they immediately think it is a pound of best pork sausages. The boy scout troop throw Chrissie on the barbecue ...and ah rahd off on ze hoss...clip clop clip clop...a cloud of dust and a hearty heigh ho silver.....

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http://www.metacafe.com/watch/116941...hero_rock_out/

..now we know where you've been hiding Dave!