Much to our surprise, our host stood erect, as if a man himself! He told us that he was the hybrid son of the late Mr. Hands and that he had spent years developing his castle into a place where both man and equine could fulfill their fantasies.
He had some extraordinarily flattering self-portraits, but other than that, seemed to be a pretty good guy. Horse. Guorse. We will call him a guorse.
He was a guorse of good artistic taste, to be sure.
He enjoyed all the modern amenities, from a simulated Sybian...
...to the latest advances in home theater technology.
We were so enamored with his work that he invited us into his true pride and joy: his giftshop.
Do you remember the crazy clothes and hair of the 1990s? Do you remember Crystal Pepsi and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Do you remember where you hid the box your mother gave you?
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
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