I'm in. Will be a laugh. My fondest memory of a horse was being kicked off in the middle of a river 4 hours into the Ureweras from Waimana. Lucky my cousin didnt go to far ahead. He found me looking like a wet rat heading for home on foot. We both got back and my stead was chewing a mouthful of grass in his paddock![]()
Couple of questions:
@Scribe where is that mans pants?
Why am i always included in the old boy shinanagans?




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