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| Couch jockeyin' isn't as easy as it looks! |
You know, watching the Seahorse Derby the other day really inspired me, but Mommy won't let me ride horses. She says I'm too little, and that Daddy's allergic.
I can't help but wonder if Daddy's horse "allergy" is anything like my lobster dander "allergy." Yeah, I've pretty much figured out that the reason I can't have a pet lobster of my very own is because Mommy doesn't wanna deal with the hassle of a pet lobster. It isn't because I'm allergic to lobster dander. Lobsters don't even have dander!
So anyway, since I can't ride a horse, I've decided to be a couch jockey. There's still an element of danger, which I like, although the couch doesn't go as fast as I wish it did. I can still use my imagination. In my imagination, I can ride that couch faster than any horse, by golly!
But I've still got to train. Train and practice, practice and train. So I'll be seein' you tomorrow, Friends! I love ya lots! Muah!
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