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.
Are we not allowed to be real parents anymore? We may have feared the CyborFreaks, but we damn well respected them and learned about boundaries.
A thousand years ago, dudes were dying from splinters, but now the wizard potion that cleans our light wounds costs less than a Dr. Pepper in 1994. I love this medicinal 7up.
Ron Paul spins in his chair, trying to grab his decorative antique musket but Freddy gets it first.
Second Life Safari highlights a magical and mystical adventure through the bowels of the Internet. We take a look behind the scenes of "Second Life," and present to you the things all other media outlets are too embarrassed to show. Social networking hits another new low, and can only be seen in Second Life Safari.