Then we bundled into her car and drove to the ass end of the universe (somewhere near Le Seuer or New Prague or some other shit like that) where her mother has a hobby farm. I recovered a memory there: horses make poop that attracts flies. Since flies are rarely on the agenda for any given day of my life, ponies are right fucking out.
On the way back we drove through some super shady dealerships. I don’t know why I didn’t take pictures of the duct-taped-together cars (like three ninjas taped together). We also saw some things that were very nice, like this horse of a different color — more creamy than poopy.