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I am from Spring, TX and I've been a Club Horse member for 9 years, 10 months and 17 days

Nicknames: PLEASE ADD YOUR TRUE OR MADE UP HORSE STORIES TOO. Add your profile name to the bottom. Only add the storie's name. Mine will say the story number. THANK YOU!

Age: 9 years old

Gender: Stallion

Breed: Paint Horse

Height: About 15 or 16 hands

Color: This horse was kept in horrible conditions, so as you can imagine- dull, dirty, gray and brown, long and matted.

Type of Riding: Must be realistic. But can include miracles or morales. Can be your story. We would like something heart warming, funny, maybe a little scary. List the catagory. Catagories are 1) scary 2) Heart warming 3) Personal story 4) Funny. Come up with a good name (NO BAD WORDS!!!) We will delete any with a bad word. Cannot be a story already published by another author (ex: Black Beauty, The Black Stallion, My Friend Flicka, Misty of Chincoteuge) But you can create your own versions of any published horse story.

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My Horse's Favorite Treat: Delete Rights: Can be deleted if had bad words or has a your real name at the bottom of the blog. Please have profile names only!!!!! Will give thirty days to fix story if it has any bad words or name at bottom. Will give warning each day until thirty days are up. Then we will delete it.

My Horse's Favorite Things To Do: They can be poems or stories about horses.

Pet Peeves: Rules to stories: 1) Cannot have bad words 2) Must be about horses. 3) Can be true or made up. 4) Can be how ever long 5) Only stories on this page, no comments. Comment page is Clue's (2) Second profile. Please include story number and name. Thank you.


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I'll right this is my first story. It is kind of sad, but I'll have better happy ones later. HORSE TRIPPING- I was kept in a small stall that was about a foot away from my right and left sides. I barely had enough room to lie down. Everyday I heard the sound of a crowd cheering on. But I also heard a scary sqealing noise. Day after day dragged on. The young man who came to feed me every day fed me little food. And my water was hot and never fresh. One day the young man came with a rope. My heart skipped a beat. "People!" I thought. "Maybe, I'll race, or-" Before I could finish thinking I was put in waht felt like another stall. Only I could see through. I felt my heart sink right into my stomach. OWWWW!!!!! I burned. I hopped and screamed begging for mercy. Then the an opening came. I thought I could escape the pain by running. Maybe it was just a horrible bug bite or they were brnding me again. I burst out in the round arena and ran around the circle. Two other horses ran beside me. Only they had riders. Oh, I wished I could be ridden. We ran around. A man pulled out a rope. Oh no, maybe I wasn't supposed to be there! Oh no! The rope landed around my back feet. Oh the pain. Later I was lying down in a large stall. I was tired. And it was hard to breath, even thought the air was cool. I forced myself up. My back legs shook. I crashed back down again. I remembered being a foal. This happened to me a lot. But my Mama would always help me up. Everything looked so hazy and blurry. I was tired again and fell asleep. I woke up again. Up! Up! Almost--- I'm up! I looked around. I saw threw the bars. Others horses were here! I could move and--- FOOD! I dug in. I sipped clean and clear water. I looked at the other horses again. They all looked like me. Dirty and matted. One horse was hanging from the ceiling in a red weird- thing. Turns out, I was rescued. A nice women took me home one day after I recovered. She had a little girl that I just loved. She fed me peppermints and later we comepeted in a sport called barrel racing. I finally had a rider and a good home. I still remember those horrible days at the Horse Tripping Arena..

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10/29/2008 10:20.43 AM
“The Burgesses’ conduct clearly rises to the level of being outrageous and intolerable in that it offends generally accepted standards of decency and morality, certainly a situation in which the recitation of the facts to an average member of the community would arouse his resentment against the actor, and lead him to exclaim, ‘Outrageous!’”

In another tragic case, a horse owner in northwest Oklahoma contacted the Animal Welfare Institute to report that her two pregnant mares were purchased by someone who in turn sold them for slaughter. “Nobody that works at the auction barn let me know who was buying,” she said. “I found out when I went to the office to ask how to notify the buyers so I could send them the breeding certificates.” When the staff hinted that no certificates would be needed, the owner suspected something might be wrong. By the time she located the buyers, the mares had already been sent to Mexico and slaughtered.


Do not sell your horse at an auction where killer buyers may operate. Consider donating your horse to a rescue organization or retirement farm; donating, selling or leasing your horse to a therapeutic riding program; or selling the horse privately to an individual with proper references and a legally binding agreement that the horse will never be sold to slaughter. Humane euthanasia by a licensed veterinarian is preferable to cruel transport and slaughter.

Stolen horses may frequently end up at the slaughterhouse. Please report any stolen horses to local and state authorities. Likewise, if you witness an abused or abandoned horse, please report the details to your local animal control authority for further investigation. Not only does such abuse and neglect require immediate attention for the obvious welfare reasons, but these horses are also at risk of being sold into slaughter by uncaring owners.

Help raise awareness on the issue of horse slaughter by writing letters to the editors of your local newspapers and any equine publications you read. Talk about the horrors of horse slaughter and the solution to this cruelty: passage of the American Horse Slaughter Prevention Act. You can also help our campaign by distributing AWI's "Betraying Our Equine Ally" brochure to others; extra copies are available from AWI upon request. Finally, contact your elected officials in the US Congress to let them know that you strongly support passage of the Act.


For over 57 years, AWI has been the leading voice for animals across the country and on Capitol Hill. Please join us in our ongoing campaigns to reduce the sum total of pain and fear inflicted on animals by humans. Sign up for AWI eAlerts to receive the latest news on what you can do to help us protect all animals:

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07/07/2008 07:52.29 AM Report This Comment
Proponents of this unsubstantiated claim, including the American Association of Equine Practitioners, the American Veterinary Medical Association and the American Quarter Horse Association (all members of the Horse Welfare Coalition, a group founded and led by the slaughterhouses and represented by former US Representative Charlie Stenholm of Texas) have lobbied Congress to block passage of the federal ban. Their premise is that slaughter improves horse welfare—offering a “humane” way to dispose of these animals, a “necessary evil” without which horses would be subjected to neglect, abandonment and abuse.

In truth, no hard data exists to back up claims about a burgeoning population of “unwanted horses.” What is clear is that killer buyers working for the slaughterhouses are outbidding other buyers at auction because they have the financial incentive to do so. The market for slaughter horses is set by the international demand for their meat in other countries, not by the number of supposedly unwanted horses.

Thankfully, a truly humane veterinary organization has emerged to counter the bogus claims of these veterinary and industry organizations.

Veterinarians for Equine Welfare (VEW) was founded by a group of leading veterinarians to help educate the public about horse slaughter from a veterinary position.

During a trip to meet with legislators in Washington, D.C., VEW co-founder Dr. Nicholas Dodman said, “Horse owners currently have two options when their horse has reached the end of his or her trail: They can pay to do the right thing (re-home or euthanasia) or be paid to do the wrong thing (send to slaughter). A few thoughtless folks choose to do the latter, and it should not be an option.”


Hundreds—perhaps thousands—of our horses are stolen each year. Horse thieves make quick money by unloading illegally obtained horses to killer buyers and slaughterhouses. Slaughterhouses typically kill and process them so quickly that it is almost impossible to trace and recover stolen animals in time to save their lives. Who would imagine their stolen animal was hauled across the border to be slaughtered for meat?

Judy Taylor of Kentucky sought help in caring for her two beloved Appaloosa horses, Poco and PJ, due to her own serious health problems. At the recommendation of a friend, she contacted Lisa and Jeff Burgess. The couple agreed to take care of the animals with the understanding that, if they were unable to continue doing so, the horses would be returned to Judy. Despite this agreement, within seven days of receiving the horses, the Burgesses sold them to a known killer buyer. Soon after, Judy discovered what had happened and frantically searched for the horses acquired with fraudulent intentions.

Eventually, she learned the horrifying truth—her horses had been slaughtered for their meat. Successful charges were brought against the Burgesses. The Kentucky Court of Appeals noted, “The Burgesses’ cond

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07/07/2008 07:51.16 AM Report This Comment
The suffering begins long before our horses even reach the slaughterhouse. Conditions of transport are appalling, with horses regularly hauled to our domestic borders on journeys lasting more than 24 hours. Deprived of food, water or rest, the horses are forced onto double-decked cattle trailers with ceilings so low that they injure their heads. Not only are these double-deckers inhumane, but they are also dangerous and have been involved in a number of tragic accidents.

The notorious “Wadsworth Crash” occurred in 2007 when a double-decker carrying 59 Belgian draft horses “blew through a stop light” and overturned in Illinois. For five hours, police officers, firefighters, local horse owners and other members of the community fought to free the horses from the mangled truck. By the time all the horses had been removed, nine had died, and another six later died because of the injuries they sustained.

In fact, federal regulations governing the transport of horses to slaughter are so deficient that they allow the movement of blind horses, horses with broken legs and heavily pregnant mares.

Upon arrival at the slaughterhouse, the suffering continues unabated. Horses can be left for long periods in tightly packed trailers, subjected to further extremes of heat and cold. In hot weather, their thirst is acute. Downed animals are unable to rise, and horses are offloaded using excessive force.

When the horses are herded through the plant to slaughter, callous workers use fiberglass rods to poke and beat their faces, necks, backs and legs as the animals are shoved through the facility and into the kill box. Subjected to overcrowding, deafening sounds and the smell of blood, the horses become more and more desperate, exhibiting fear typical of “flight” behavior—pacing in prance-like movements with their ears pinned back against their heads and eyes wide open.

Conditions over the border are even worse than those at the previously operational US plants. A 2007 investigation by The San Antonio News-Express revealed that the use of the puntilla knife on horses prior to slaughter is common practice in Mexican slaughter plants, such as a facility currently owned by Beltex, formerly operating in Texas.

Footage obtained by the paper shows horses being stabbed repeatedly in the neck with these knives prior to slaughter. Such a barbaric practice simply paralyzes the animal. The horse is still fully conscious at the start of the slaughter process, during which he or she is hung by a hind leg, his or her throat slit and body butchered. Death, the final betrayal of these noble animals, is protracted and excruciating.


In recent years, pro-horse slaughter organizations and individuals have consistently fought adoption of the American Horse Slaughter Prevention Act, claiming that there is a huge “unwanted horse” population in the United States. Proponents of this unsubstantiated claim, including the American Assoc

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07/07/2008 07:49.07 AM Report This Comment
Chapter 2 of The Horse With Wings Story # 6
THE NEXT MORNING I HEARD Dad talking on the phone with the Slaughter House. From what I heard they were not mad at all. They said that people didn't buy horse meat from them much anyway. And that the chickens and cows were getting plenty of money. 12 dollars a pound! Next I heard my dad call MIsty's previous owners. They were a little sad since Misty was a good horse, but happy that she was not wasted to slaughter. Both people he called said they would not sue only just ask for the money they paid back. This made me very happy, so if I got caught I wouldn't be in too much trouble. The day slipped away until' it was night time and I was getting up to give Misty her food. I went into the kitchen and grabbed and apple from the basket on the contertop, two sugar cubes from Dad's 'making coffee area', and three carrots. I put them into a Ziploc bag and headed to our barn. There I grabbed three flakes of hay and four cups of feed, so it would last her a whole day and the rest of that night. When I woke up the next day. I saw my father, mother, Kevin, and two other men inspecting Misty's old pen. "How did she get out?" My Mom asked. Kevin leaned over to me. "She grew wings and few away." I smiled.

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07/06/2008 02:20.12 PM Report This Comment
# 6 continued READ BLOG BELOW THIS ONE 1st

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07/04/2008 03:29.05 PM Report This Comment
Story # 6 The Horse With Wings Chapter 1
My father owned a Sale Barn. Many horses ran throught the sales on every Saturday night. It wasn't until' I was six though, that the Saughter Horse Buyer came to town. Luckily for the first few years he was there, every horse that came through the sale was bought. Until, a horse named Misty came through. She had a beautiful white coat. But to the horse people they knew it as gray. So, anyway. I thought Misty was beautiful. She reminded me of the horse that wa the mascout of Tri-Star Films. The white horse would gallop up to the screen then, it would sprout wings and fly. I wanted her so bad. But, she had to run through the sale. No one was biding as the price lowered and lowered I saw two men who were sitting in the bleachers glance at each other. Then one of the men raised a number. 145. My heart suddenly fell. Slaughter. I ran to my dad and begged him to save Misty. He looked at her and looked at me. And said "We got to make money some how, kid." And then he turned away. "No!" I heard a familar voice behind me. "What's up, Sarah?" I recognized it as Kevin's voice. He worked at the sale barn my dad owned. "It's Misty, the Slaugther House is about to buy her!" I said. "Well, maybe she'll sprout wings and fly." He said. No one cared. I was angry and sad all at the same time. I hated my father, and I hated Kevin for making fun of my want to save Misty. The two men from the Slaughter House told my dad that they would pick Misty up in one week. I had to do something. That night I slept. I dreamt of Misty. I was on her back and she was galloping. Up ahead the green plains dropped off to a deep trench. When the edge was near Misty suddenly had two wings. We began to soar through the sky. How could the dream get better? Then, lightning flashed and thunder boomed. Misty vanished into thin air! I began to fall into the dark trench as the sky blackned. I fell for a few seconds then I landed in the sale barn. I looked around. Misty was in the arena. Her ears were back and the two men ordered three guys including my dad and Kevin to tye a rope around Misty. Then I woke up. I was sweaty. A tear rolled down my cheek. Then a wave hit me. I realized it wasn't too late so save Misty. I slipped on my boots and tipetoed out to the barn. I heard a few horses nicker. I walked to Misty's stall and lead her out. My plan stopped there. Then I thought about Mr. Barnag's old barns. He had like three of them! And he didn't use them anymore. I could sneak Misty in and take care of her. One of Mr. Barnag's barns was very close to the edge of our house too. I smiled at my cleverness. This would work out perfectly. I lead Misty to the far corner of our land, the closest barn was about fifty feet away. No one would know about it! Mr. Barnag never went to the barns, and would not be able to see Misty from there, and it was plenty far away from our house too. And every morning and night I could sneak Misty food. This would work out perfectly. I brought Misty food the first night.

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07/04/2008 03:27.35 PM Report This Comment
The Day I Got Clue#5 ♥
The Day I Got Clue#5 ♥
I thought of no better story to tell than my own. This is the story of how I go my horse, Clue. THE DAY I GOT CLUE- My alarm clock woke me up that morning. It was summer, and as far as I knew it was going to be an average hot sunny day. Who knew what I would do? But, little did I know- my many years of waiting were over. My dad was dropping me over at my mom's house that morning. As well pulled into the driveway I had my hand on the handle ready to spring. I remembered what my mother had told me last week. About the horse sale. It was today. My dad unlocked the door for me and I rushed in. Our three dogs went wild. "Hush!" I whispered. It was five a.m. so, who was awake? I walked up the stairs, skipping the thirteenth, made a sharp right turn to my bedroom door, and walked in. I only got about a foot before I tripped over something. A painful shiver ran up my elbows into my neck and spine. OWWW! Why do they call it the funny bone? It's not even funny! I glanced back at my feet. I tripped over a horse from my breyer collection. How stupid? Still throbbing a bit I limped over to my bed. I pulled back the plain yellow sheets, climbed in, and slept for about another four hours. I woke up hungry. I told my mom. "What do you want?" She asked. I thought for a moment. "Let's see, there is...pancakes-" She said, but I stopped her there. I knew what I wanted. "Pancakes sound good." "'Kay." She said getting out the pancake mix. It was very good. The kind that really sticks to your ribs. The sale wasn't for a while so all there was to do was watch Judge Alex, until' 4:30. Then (FINALLY) it was 4:30 which was about the time we needed to leave if we were to pick up my Grandfather and drive all the way out to Magnolia in time for the horse sale. We needed to take my grandpa because 1) My mom said she wouldn't buy a horse without my grandpa or my uncle's input 2) My grandfather was once quite a skilled horseman 3) My uncle lives in Fort Worth (too far away). So anyway back to my story. I thought that time would end before we got to the sale barn. Because appearently we were leaving America!!! Or, so I thought. I watched as we entered horse country. FINALLY WE WERE THERE! I thrusted open the car door, hopped out and kissed the gravely road below me. Ok, so I really didn't praise the ground below me, but I was seriously thinking about it. I was the first out of my Mother and Grandfather to reach the large green barn. "Hurry up." I muttered. Probably because I was younger, and little excited too. We entered the barn and passed down rows of stalls with horses, foals, and one donkey. One the second rown last stall on the left. We saw a nice looking American Paint Horse. A bio was taped to his stall: Clue I'm a four year old/geldling /great with kids/love the lake. It had a picture a kid drew of a horse. We also saw a coal black mare that was sick, so she wasn't allowed at my boarding barn. On the same row that Clue was on, only the righ

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06/13/2008 07:49.30 PM Report This Comment
#5 continued ♥ THE DAY I GOT CLUE
t. She was beautiful.Her head was slender and she had a white blaze that streamed down her face. Only she didn't have a right eye. That was why she didn't get bought. "She is missing an eye, folks, not a leg!" The auctioneer said. 45 was Clue's number. Soon we came to 44. 44 was Tabasco, who also didn't get bought. NEXT WAS CLUE! Bidder's hands shot up. "HE'S SOLD TO BIDDER nineteen zero seven five!" The auctioneer shouted. I looked over to our bidder number. It read nineteen zero seven five! CLUE WAS MINE! I did a happy dance and since then... I HAVEN'T STOPPED DANCING! ♥ Clue! THE END!

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06/13/2008 07:48.43 PM Report This Comment
My first true love
When i was 11 yrs old we moved up to wva b/c my gpa was dying and he died when i was 12 and b4 he passed away he knew i had a live of horses and he told my mom that his last will in testment that she had to buy me a horse and i had my eye on spongebob for awhile and i finally got the chance to own him i was 12 and he had just turned 2 he was in the process of getting broke while i helped out at the barn,we had such a strong connection,nobody up at the barn thought i would be able to handle him b/c i had only been riding for 1 1/2 when i got him and he was my first horse but i taught him how to be a hunter horse and he taught me to be a better rider,my trainer was amazed by the connection i had with him nothing could tear us apart,people even offered 10000 grand for him and i told them no b/c he was my baby joking around alot i would call him my boyfriend LOL,but last year we moved back to NC and i went to an arabian show farm and they said that if i wanted to show at the bigger shows i had to have a registered horse (spongebob wasnt) so i agrred to sell him and buy a regisitered horse (there was a girl up there that didnt own a horse at all and went to those shows)and i got beau but realized that we didnt have a great connection we didnt have one at all and i never got to go to any shows,spongebob was sold on april 8 2007 (his 5th bday) i cried so hard and still to this day i cry,spongebob was my baby boy and he was the only horse i would trust my 3 yrs old neice around she would walk him in the round pen with me by her side but thats how calm he was and thats what made me fall in love with him but i ride at the barn he is at and they take super care of him but unfortunaly when the owner of spongebob comes i cant even pet him thats how close she is too him but still to this day everyone complements me on how well i trained him and thats left me with a great memorie that i will treasure forever even though i dont own him anymore.left a vote i LOVE this page

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06/12/2008 05:32.22 PM Report This Comment
Saving Grace #4
Grace is my horse. She is sweet, gentle, smart, kind, and funny. My mother told me we could not do anything fast or hard because of her ingury. Grace used to be a race horse. She was in what the pro's call her later years. Even though she was only ten! My Daddy works at the race track. Gracey was hurt one night when he was working there. Oh yeah! My Daddy is and exercise trainer. He tells the exercise riders what to do for each horse every day. The day he was working with Gracey was the day she got hurt. No! Don't go blaming my Daddy! It was all the jockey's fault. He whipped her way too hard and he over worked her. She stumbled hard. And fell to the ground. The jockey slammed against a fence 10 yards away. He only had a few splinters and a scratch. Grace was hurt bad. She broke front left hock and back left hock. Daddy told the owner he would take her for seven months pay check. The owner was a nice man and said that it would cost money to take care of Grace so he would only take one month's pay from him. And he would help him bring the horse to our small farm and get her into the sling. I didn't know what a sling was until' I saw twelve men not including my father and Mr. Daweson (the owner) and my mama of course. We lifted her up, up, up! She swayed in the air for a second then was fine. She hated it. She was in the sling for twelve months until the men eased her down. She stood nicely. The vet, Ms. Sally, to see us the same morning. She gave us a great report! Gracey had healed perfectly. The leg was as good as new! But it was too late for Gracey to contiue racing. She was too old. By this time she had turned eleven. Daddy knew she could'nt race. He turned to me. "Sarah. Gracey here is goning to need to be spoiled rotten and pamered a lot. If I give her to you do you think you can do that for me?" I squealed. "YES!" I ran to Gracey and gave her a big kiss. THE END

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06/12/2008 03:37.54 PM Report This Comment
Rescue's Rescue #3
My new owners named me Rescue. Why? Well, tune in. I was living in a home with three acres. I lived with seven other horses, two donkeys, three goats, five dogs, eighteen cats, thirty-four hens and roosters, and a evil couple. They had a nice truck, house and trailer. But a scary muddy paddock that was nothing close to an acre in the back were eight horses (including me) stayed. We huddled under a tin shed type thing that was about a foot above our heads. We were extremly hungry. The dogs were trapped in a closed in shed that they said got terribly hot in the summer time. The goats had an even smaller paddock that looked about the same. The said it flooded in the spring. The cats stayed in the house and snuck out at night to hunt for mice and rats. The donkeys had a paddock that was a tad smaller than ours, but bigger than the goats. The thirty-four chickens stayed in a hen house that had holes patched up with duck tape in the roof. The duck tape was later patched up with- more duck tape. Cars drove slowly by our place. One day I saw a duly truck pulling a trailer. Then I saw lots of other cars with "ANIMAL RESCUE" on their sides. They first took the donkeys, then the goats, next the hens and roosters, they rescued the dogs from their death trap, they seized the cats from the house and last the came for us. We were loaded into a trailer. Then the gave the couple a paper that I managed to see that said: COURT HEARING. And that was the last I saw of that horrible trap. I ate so much later on that day. My belly was full again. Smiley men and women came in to see me everyday. I lady and a man took me and my pal with them. They had a beautiful sunny paddock that was two acres. They had lush green juciy grass that I loved to nibble on. Yummy. I was ridden for the first time in a long time. They gave me a minty sweet treat that they called pep-per-mint. Yummy. I was extremly happy when their grandchildren came and was pampered all the time. They gave me a royal blue and red halter with my name sewn on it. I never had a name before! Rescue. I liked it. THE END

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06/12/2008 03:04.16 PM Report This Comment
The ex-race horse #2
I didn't like racing. My pals did. I didn't like going run much. My owner didn't like that. So he always told my jockey- Give him head and beat him with all your mite" So he did. I ran the first quater mile fast, but soon tired and slowed down. He beat me harder and harder until' he pulled me to a trot. My owner's face would be red and he would yell at everybody mostly me all day long. He would say "Dumb Nag" and "It's the slaugter for you if you don't speed up, stupid!" I felt scared and would try again the next day. But it continued. After a month the crultly got worst. Words turned into beatings. At the end of each one I was bleeding heavily and throbbing in pain. After a year, a trailer came. "ASPCA" It read. Probably some fancy slaughter house name, I thought. I saw my owner. He was mad and a man and a woman were leading him into a car. My ears perked forward. "DUMB NAG!" He shouted as he was lead away. A lady came for me. "Hey. baby." She cooed. "Wanna go with me?" I walked to her and she lead me to a trailer. After that my toubles and beatings were over. THE END

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06/12/2008 02:46.01 PM Report This Comment

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