Monday, December 01, 2008

Jockey Full Of Bourbon

The race had been strenuous, but at last it was over. Roger adjusted his goggles and pulled the reins ever so slightly to make Old Dobbin move. Never before had they rounded the ol' steeplechase with such blinding force. He felt a little bad about that laser beam that had felled Jim's thoroughbred, but the road to victory could only happen with cunning and bright ideas from Ben-Hur.

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