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Post by osnafrank on Apr 26, 2023 8:09:12 GMT
It's great, wolfie, i like Mort. 
Looking forward to part two. 
Well, if it turns out to not be your sup of tea, and you donât like it, thatâs perfectly fine. đ
Iâll get you another bottle of whisky and more Spock Ears instead. đ
I like mules. đ
When I was a little kid, one of my best friends was a mule named Ruben. He lived next door to one of my Aunts.
(Nooo, he was a real mule not imaginary. I heard that thought, Frank.đ¤¨
My other friends were imaginary thoughâŚ.except for all the dogs and cats. đ)
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Post by wolf on Apr 26, 2023 11:35:01 GMT
Thanks Boss. đ
Well, if it turns out to not be your sup of tea, and you donât like it, thatâs perfectly fine. đ
(Nooo, he was a real mule not imaginary. I heard that thought, Frank.đ¤¨
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Post by osnafrank on Apr 26, 2023 14:50:49 GMT
It's great, wolfie, i like Mort.
Looking forward to part two.
Well, if it turns out to not be your sup of tea, and you donât like it, thatâs perfectly fine. đ
Iâll get you another bottle of whisky and more Spock Ears instead. đ
I like mules. đ
When I was a little kid, one of my best friends was a mule named Ruben. He lived next door to one of my Aunts.
(Nooo, he was a real mule not imaginary. I heard that thought, Frank.đ¤¨
My other friends were imaginary thoughâŚ.except for all the dogs and cats. đ)
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Post by wolf on Apr 26, 2023 14:59:55 GMT
Thanks Boss. đ
Well, if it turns out to not be your sup of tea, and you donât like it, thatâs perfectly fine. đ
Iâll get you another bottle of whisky and more Spock Ears instead. đ
I like mules. đ
When I was a little kid, one of my best friends was a mule named Ruben. He lived next door to one of my Aunts.
(Nooo, he was a real mule not imaginary. I heard that thought, Frank.đ¤¨
My other friends were imaginary thoughâŚ.except for all the dogs and cats. đ)
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Post by wolf on Apr 27, 2023 1:39:28 GMT
âThe Quietus of Justin Chasseurâ
Part II
Crow and Water,
Silly and Serious
Justin Chasseur lay spread out flat on his back, limbs a sprawl. The molten pain of the gut shot subsided momentarily and he felt a weird coolness growing inside himself. Staring up at the bright blue sky, which looked brighter and bluer than he ever remembered seeing it before, he saw a crow fly over him from one side of the street to an opposite rooftop. In mid flight its wings began to flap in slow motion, then freeze still for a half second before resuming normal flight speed. Justin watched, as his head was spinning he did his best to make sense of what he observed.
Plower his horse strained at the reins tied to the hitching post to look at him, shifting his weight from one hoof to another. He whinnied softly with sympathy and worry. Justin heard him and struggled to sit up, sending a fresh bucket of hellish pain pouring through his gut again. Plower couldnât do anything for him, and the sun had him hot and thirsty, so he dropped his head and drank from the water trough in front of him. Down and across the street from the evil little punkâs cadaver, Mort filled up at another water trough.
Groaning, Justin managed to get sitting upright. After a minute or so, his head ceased swimming and started to feel clearer. He said to the horse,
âAh, Plower. Iâm sorry son, I dunno whoâs gonna take care of you now. I am really f***ed up this timeâŚ.goddamnitâŚIâm quit and done in! Iâm killed, I know it.â
Plower took his head out of the trough and looked at Justin, there were drops and dribblets of water falling from his muzzle. But it was a different thing, what was happening. It was like the crow, briefly yet also in a forevery sort of way, flying in slow motion. The water was dripping down like crystal clear quicksilver slowed down, and it shone shimmery bright, the drops and stream catching the sunlight in glints and sparklings that looked like brilliant diamonds floating in the air. It was breathtakingly beautiful. And intriguing, he found himself lost in the watching of the moment, for a moment. Then as quickly as it had begun, it ended and the droplets fell crashing to the dust, making little muddy splats by Plowerâs hoof. Plower told Justin,
âHang on, BossâŚ.wait for whatever is to come next.â
Justin was struck silent by his horse talking with words to him, he was sure he was really dying or dead now. He had seen a few dying men in his years, many of them had obviously hallucinated. Some had last words about awfully strange things, sometimes terrible things. Some had stared off at, and talked to, people or things that âŚjust werenât there. He reckoned that he was now finding out what it was like to be on their ends of the situation.
Wincing at the pain and tasting blood in the back of his throat, he thought of what had happened. He looked down the street and saw the young upstart laying dead in front of the saloon.
âI mustâve got him goodâ he thought.
He looked down at his blue striped white shirt inspecting the blood puddle that was spreading. Taking his hand away for a second, the stain grew bigger faster, so he clamped his hand back over it tight again, in an attempt to hold in as much as he could for as long as he could. He remembered the first gun shot that he heard and felt the bullet whiz past his ear, missing it. He had whipped around just in time to draw, and at the same time, to see the boy fire again. Their bullets had passed each other. Wondering where heâd nailed the punk, he gazed back down to the saloon front. What he saw there then, was frightening, and got him almost instantly mesmerized with what was near a morbid fascination.
Justin was close enough to see fairly well, but couldnât make out small details, like the bullet hole between the rotten kidâs eyes. Another thing he couldnât see (yet) was a mule standing across the way from the saloon. Everything could be seen clearly from Mortâs point of view.
The boyâs body now had two dark companions, each were half his size and hideously gruesome in appearance. They had flattened football shaped heads with large, long pointed ears sticking straight out from the sides of their heads. Heads that had ugly pushed up noses and eyes that bulged and were wildly walleyed. They were an awful wet looking crap-crack black color all over, except for bubbling boils on their backs. The boils were feverish hot pink in color and they roiled under their skin angrily, occasionally surfacing and popping open to sputter out pink streaked yellow pus. They had 3 legs and 3 arms each. The arms were all longer than the 2 primary walking legs, the other leg that grew out from the tail bone, in a tail-like way, was longer. The third arm grew out of the center of their upper backs. They looked identical, but their behavior was something else. As Justin watched he thought that one was acting âsillyâ and the other was acting âseriousâ.
Serious appeared to be busily at work. He was rifling through the dead boyâs pockets and inspecting every inch of the corpse.
Silly on the other hand was absorbed in jumping around, doing back flips and sometimes bopping up and down on his third leg, holding his nasty crooked toes with his gnarly stubby fingers, and both legs stretched out straight. Ears and other appendages, were flipping flopping and bouncing around gleefully, third arm included, when it wasnât reaching over his head and picking his nose.
Mort, with a good deal of revulsion and absolutely no fascination what so ever, stood across the street keeping an eye on the deranged demonic duo like some kind of overseer.
Serious, almost finished with his raping and pillaging of the corpse, had found money and other trinkets of treasure in pockets. The boyâs gun heâd wrenched out of his death grip. He took all that loot and booty and crammed it up his rear for safe keeping. He held up a knife in its sheath, that he had taken out of a boot, and looked it over thoroughly. He reached over and slapped the sh!t out of Silly to get his attention, and to make room. At the same time he caught him by the third leg and rammed the knife prize up HIS rear for safe keeping. The 3 bronze coins, neither of them touched. Those were meant for someone (or some thing) else. Finally finished, they each took up a dead arm and commenced to drag him off toward the plain that the mule had entered town from. Just before they disappeared in puff of reeking black smoke, Silly bit a hunk out of the arm he had hold of, he swallowed the chunk of man-meat whole. Then he flicked out a long poison-green colored tongue and slurped blood and brain gore from the bullet hole between the coin covered eyes. Serious reached over and slapped the hell out of him again, while a finger of his third armâs hand dipped into a popped boil on his back, dug around and scooped out thick yellow sticky goop from it to fed to his mouth like a tasty booger.
No, Justin couldnât see all the little details of the incident going on, down there outside of the saloon, but he saw enough. He looked away and back down at his own boots, thinking he must have lost his mind at sometime after being shot. He fought the terrible urge to puke. He knew throwing up would probably be exquisitely painful.
- Wolf
(Part III âPAINâ coming soon.)
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Post by osnafrank on Apr 27, 2023 15:40:13 GMT
Dang wolf, that was awesome. 
And it has a talking horse. 
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Post by wolf on Apr 27, 2023 15:50:20 GMT
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Post by osnafrank on Apr 27, 2023 15:59:57 GMT
Dang wolf , that was awesome.
And it has a talking horse.
When I get a minute here and there,
Iâm actually skipping around and working on 3 more separate parts all at once, in this âNotesâ thing, Iâve got on the iPhone. Itâs pretty cool. I get an idea on the spur of the moment and the urge to write, and I just gotta get to it. 
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Post by wolf on Apr 28, 2023 17:31:33 GMT
âThe Quietus Of Justin Chasseurâ
Part III
PAIN
Plower and the horse next to him had been watching too. He looked back to Justin and said solemnly,
âDonât be worryinâ about them, Boss. Those are the âGhoulish Grievesâ. They wonât be cominâ for you, trust me.â
It was hard getting used to Plower talking this way, and to answer him. But he loved that horse, and did trust him. Justin just gave him a nod,
âAlright then.
Good to know, boy.â
Chasseur had always been quite the loner. He avoided big busy towns and cities as much as he could. The further he got out and away, and the closer to Judge Roy Bean territories, the happier he was. The last big place he had passed through, had more aggravating damn automobiles than horses. And, of course, it had something else he wasnât too keen on: electricity. Justin got along with that stuff just as badly as he got along with women.
He kept to himself and usually only spoke to other folks when he had to. There were only 2 people he conversed with regularly. His horse, of course, and himself.
As Justin sat, resting for a spot and waiting to die, he heard a familiar voice speak. It was own mind again, but louder and more coherent than ever it had been, before today.
âWell, you done went and did it up good this time, dumbass. Youâre really wrecked up. Shouldna neâer f***ed around and got in that kidâs way.â
Justin talked back to himself,
âThat little drunk basturd should never have gotten in my damn way! I walked around and past him and left him alone! He came after me, looking for an argument where there werenât none to be had. And for no good reason too.â
When he looked up he saw himself sitting on a barrel by the horse trough. This disturbed him somewhat, but he went with it. Always, before, heâd gotten brief mental images of himself flash in his imaginationâs eye. What he saw before him now was solid, a doppelgänger, âappearingâ to be made of flesh and bone. The strange new phantasm went on,
âYouâve been luckyâŚdodginâ bullets and bad killinâ hurts for a long time. Your luckâs run out, cowboy.â
It was true, Justin had many mishaps with broken bones and wounds of every type over the years. Mostly related to whatever work he was doing at the time. And heâd had a few very narrow escapes from death, like almost being gored in the chest, while dehorning a bull as a ranch hand. Heâd been shot numerous times. But, up until today, heâd managed to not get shot in the heart, head or belly.
âAlwayâs givinâ me lip when Iâm busted up and feelinâ so damn down and lowâŚI swear, right now everything that ever been damaged in or on me is screaminâ bloody murder. Old and new pains a like.â Justin mourned.
âThatâll all be over, done and gone soon, and you wonât have to worry âbout it no more.â
the Phantom Justin replied, then continued on in a âchangingâ voice that crooned to him,
ââŚare ya gonna miss me sweetheart?! You anâ me been together most of yer grown life. Iâm a goinâ miss YOU, darlinââŚ.â
Justin looked up at the doppelgänger just as the flesh and bone sitting on the barrel, violently exploded, flinging and spraying blood and meat in all directions. Out of him came bursting another horror. From blood spray and a thick purple mist, a mad terror of a woman appeared in front of him, kneeling at his feet. She had jet black hair with dark purple streaks and wore a pretty saloon singerâs black taffeta dress that shined a deep dark green in places that sunlight kissed at it. Her face was gaunt and drawn, wizened. Her mouth was a blackened lipped gaping maw filled with ragged, broken teeth the colors of molds. Her eyes were a light golden brown, manically wild and glaring. They had pupils the same as a goatâs.
Justin stared in shock, disbelief and rising panic. She jumped forward on her knees to pounce on him, straddling him. Her long writhing tongue was blood red and slimed with pinkish yellow scum, reminiscent of what had spurted out of the Grievesâ bubbling boils. It lolled out at him wagging, she said,
âAwwww, whatâs amatter honey? Donât you love yer olâgirl PAIN no more? âŚ.gimme some sugar, Sugar!â
And she lunged forward at him. Justin raised his free arm trying to hold her back, he screamed
âStop!!! Get baâŚ.!!!â
His words were cut off as her face slammed into his and she got a lip lock on him. The crone got her damn tongue so far in his gullet, he was sure he felt the tip of her tongue wriggling around in his ear. The taste was vile, beyond sickening. His own blood mingled with what tasted the way vegetable-rot smelled. Adrenaline had him out pain for a second and he was pushing as hard as he could, to get her off of him. After what seemed like a condensed eon, she broke her hold on him and threw her head back screeching and cackling insanely. As suddenly as she had appeared she got up off of him and ran off down the street behind him.
All Justin could do was look over his shoulder and stare slack jawed, hoping and praying that Pain wouldnât come back after him again. She screeched and screamed down the wooden walkway, bare feet slapping and thudding, her fists pounding on the windows and door of the general store as she went on her merry lunatic way.
Though he was still in a fairly shocked state, Justinâs wary powers of observation were still on the job. As he watched Pain, far in the back of his mind, he was thinking,
âWhy isnât anyone cominâ out to see whatâs goinâ on?â
He didnât dwell on it. Pain finally disappeared at the end of the street around a corner, and he looked away.
When Justin turned back around, he was face to long face with a mule standing beside him, up close.
âHOLY SH!T !!!
OH MY GOD!
âŚ.you scared me to death!!
Where in tarnation did you come from !?â
Mort had met the dayâs appointment right on time.
As Justin was catching his breath again, and again holding his mortally wounded gut tight, the mule replied,
âNah, not me.
Godâs busy with more important things.
Nameâs Mort.
Now, youâre quit and all done.
Welcome to The Other Side, friend.â
- Wolf
(Part IV âOn Horse Thieves, Tobacco Fire, And A Job To Doâ coming soon.)
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Post by osnafrank on Apr 29, 2023 8:08:05 GMT
Great Part three, wolfie.
This is a terrific story, the characters are terrific.
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Post by wolf on Apr 29, 2023 17:18:42 GMT
Great Part three, wolfie.
This is a terrific story, the characters are terrific.
âŚ.I think things will get more interesting for you in whatâs coming up. đ |
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Post by osnafrank on Apr 29, 2023 17:22:56 GMT
Great Part three, wolfie.
This is a terrific story, the characters are terrific.
âŚ.I think things will get more interesting for you in whatâs coming up. đ |
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Post by wolf on Apr 29, 2023 17:24:58 GMT
Thank you Frank đ
âŚ.I think things will get more interesting for you in whatâs coming up. đ âŚ.questions will be answered too. đđ |
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Post by wolf on Apr 30, 2023 16:48:11 GMT
âThe Quietus Of Justin Chasseurâ
Part IV
On Horse Thieves,
Tobacco Fire
And A Job To Do
âThe Other Side.
So Iâm dead, am I?
Or have I just gone as crazy loco as her?
Or are you, and all of this, parts of some damn hellacious nightmare.â
He said morosely.
Mort watched knowingly as his hand fell away from the gut hurt. Justin was forgetting about it.
âNooo. No hellacious nightmare, and ya ainât gone loco none.
Goings on here ainât all Grieves and Pain.
So donât be gettinâ yer man-panties all twisted up.
And yes.
You done died, and are quit.
Youâre out of pain alreadyâŚ.and Pain is out of you.
Youâll feel good, and strong, again in a little while, just take your time, friend.â
Justin listened hoping the mule was right. He glanced over to where his doppelgänger had exploded. The barrel was overturned and gently rolling down the narrow break between the buildings where the horses were hitched. But all the carnage of that explosion had disappeared without an entrailâs trace left behind. He wanted to take that as a good sign. However, questionâs needed answerinâ before he made up his mind about anything.
Mort told him,
âI know this takes some gettinâ used to. You keep on goinâ with things as they happen. Youâre doinâ fine. Even better than most. Youâre doinâ a good job. And youâll be good at the job youâll have here too. I can tell.â
âWhere IS here?
If this is the other side, then why does it lookâŚ..
only likeâŚ.âLight Shadeâ?
What job?
Why are you here?
You goinâ to rob me,
and do terrible things to my body,
like those devil-haints did to that kid?
WhyâŚ..â
Justin was cut off by the chilling racket of Pain screeching and barefoot slap-thudding down the walkway porch outside of the general store again. He tensed up severely, readying himself for anything. His head and shoulders whipped around to the direction of the horrible sounds. Pain ran rampant and raucous, terrorizing the storefront, but fortunately she veered sharply to tear through the space between those buildings on that side of the road, not getting too close to Justin and the mule in the middle of the street. He let out of sigh of relief, untilâŚ..
Unlike what Pain did, Mort ethereally evaporated into a thin cloud of white smoke, to reform into another being. What stood beside Justin now was a woman with silver hair and eyes. She was dressed well in black hat, boots and slacks, a silver waist coat and a long sleeved white shirt with silver nugget cuff links. Her skin was deeply tanned from the bright southwestern sun and a bit worn from traveling all the days of time on dusty and rainy roads.
Silver six-shooters with black handles hung from holsters on both hips. The two gun belts criss-crossed an X in the middle.
She squatted down beside him, right before Justin turned his head back to look at the mule Mort. Justin nearly jumped out of his skin again, when he saw her gazing at him, instead of a mule.
âOh goddamnit!!!
Now who the hell are YOU!?
He exclaimed .
âTold you. The nameâs Mort.â She calmly stated once more.
Justin had all but stopped trying to wrap his mind around all of these things and he was starting on his way into simply accepting what was âbecomingâ. He went on sullenly with some irritation,
âWhat kind of name is Mort, for a female. That short for Mortimina or sumthinâ like that?â
âNope.
Itâs just Mort.
You wanted to know why Iâm here.
WellâŚ..
Remember back to your mother reading âMorte dâ Arthurâ with you when you were 12. Right before she died and left you to face the worlds alone?
Think about it.
Itâll come to ya.
4 days ago I impersonated a young Creek Brave.
That night I walked with a gentlemen gambler for awhile,
the next morning I was a trapper, trading furs.
The morning of 2 days ago I needed to be a mule.
That was 2 days ago for me,
it was 20 years ago for you.
This afternoon itâs called for
that I be me.â
It didnât take Justin long, he understoodâŚ.much of it, but certainly not most of it.
âDeath comes all kinds of ways, hunh?â
His question was rhetorical.
âWell now, ainât that fittinâ.
Pain and Death come to me as women. Outside of mama, Iâve always had bad bad luck with women. Young or old, they all seem to hate me, want to kill me, or want to rob me.â
Mort chuckled,
âMany did all 3, I bet.â
He didnât say anything to that, he just nodded big and slow, with a slight rueful smile as he took the canteen of water, that she pulled out of nowhere, and offered to him. He drank long and deep from it. It was the sweetest clear clean water heâd ever had, and it washed away all the filth taste Pain had left him with.
âThank you, maâam.
I needed that.â
Mort never took her eyes off Justin as her long arm flashed out like lightning and shot Faustus in the ankle. From around the corner heâd snuck up, untied the reins, and was raising the foot to seat it in the stirrup hanging from Plowerâs saddle.
âHorse thieves get shot or hung, sumâbitch.â
Mort growled at him.
Faustus the shifty, weaselly-assed,
lurk-about drifter, who had come into Light Shade on foot before Justin had arrived, screamed out in agony, hopping and gyrating around on one leg frantically.
âSh!t!!!
Iâm shot!
You bitch!
You shooted me!
Ohhhh, my foot, goddamnit!!â
âThatâs your ankle, stupid.
And thatâs Mean Bitch to YOU.
Now shut the hell up and sit down before I shoot to kill,
and shut you up myself.â
Faustus fell to the ground and sat in the dirt crying and glaring at her like a petulant child, cradling his poor hurt.
Mort kept a quiet tone but told him angrily and adamantly,
âYou better have changed your damned ways, by the time you meet me, or someone like me, again.â
She turned back to Justin,
âIn the meantime, Iâm going to check out my new ride and see what I got in my gear thatâs good.â
With that she got up and went over to the little punk basturdâs orphaned horse parked next to Plower. She patted him good and they introduced themselves, as she rummaged through a saddle bag and happily found a few packs of smokes. She opened one and stuck a Marlboro between her lips as she did a quick pat down of all her pockets.
âDamnit, I knew I forgot sumthinâ. I got no fire.â
More rummaging went on, in a search for matches or fire makers of any kind. As she was going through the other saddle bag, and telling the Orphan, formerly only known by âHorseâ, that he was now âSparksâ because she liked the look in his eye, she was rudely interrupted by Faustus hollering at her,
âHorse thieves get shot or hung,
you know!!â
That pissed Mort off. She came around from behind the horses fast, an arm raised in the air with a forefinger pointing skyward. She stomped over to him,
âThose that are of the Spirit, are ABOVE the law!!!â
she shouted out, quoting St. Paul as loudly and vehemently as Saul the Persecutor would have himself.
She kicked Faustus right in the shot ankle making him screech and scream out like a little girl again,
âArrrrrgghh!!
OhhhâŚowww!!
You mean bitch!âŚohhhhhâŚ.â
âThere, now you got sumthinâ to really bitch and cry about. Donât be questioning or accusing your betters, goddamnit. We know things YOU donât.â
Faustus went back to cradling his poor hurt, whimpering over what Mort considered to be nuthinâ. But she quickly felt a streak of mercy shoot through her heart for him. So she reached down and flicked a middle finger, thumping him hard right between the eyes,
âShut up! Sleepâ.
Faustus slumped back against the hitching post fast asleep and temporarily out of pain.
âThatâs from the Bible isnât it?
Above the law, and all?â
asked Justin.
She turned away from Faustus,
âYeah, the New Testament. In one of Paulâs letters to some cluster-f*** of A**hole* or ânother. I forget which ones.â
âOh.
I thought it might have been
John the Revelator.â
Said Justin.
âJohnâs one of the best.
I like him too.â
Replied Mort.
She liked Paul, thought he was a bit touched in the head at times, but he was pretty much a righteous dude.
She stuck the Marlboro back in her mouth, and did another pat down of her pockets, the cigarette wagged up and down between her lips as she asked him,
âYou got any fire?â
Justin shook his head,
âNah, donât think so. Maybe thereâs matches back in my room with some good cigars I been savinâ up.â
Mort ambled over to squat back down beside him.
âThatâs ok, sumthinâll turn up.
Now then, letâs get back on your questions, before you think up some new ones.â
She smiled and said, Marlboro wagging up and down with each word.
Justin already had a new question,
âHow come you can pull a canteen out of your a*s the way you did,
but you canât produce a damn match or two?â
- Wolf
(Part V âDust Devil And Cat Plus Other Answersâ)
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Post by osnafrank on Apr 30, 2023 19:37:14 GMT
Great chapter wolf, very entertaining. 
Dang, i like this Mean Bietch.
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Post by wolf on May 1, 2023 16:32:08 GMT
Great chapter wolf , very entertaining.
Dang, i like this Mean Bietch.
Thanks Frank!
I was a little worried you might be disappointed that she wasnât a mule anymore. đ
Donât fret none, thereâs more fun with equineS later on. đ Keep an eye out for a âMedicine Hat Ponyâ. Theyâre a kind of Paint pony, with âspecific markingsâ. đđ⌠(Dang, canât post a link to a pic.  ) |
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Post by osnafrank on May 1, 2023 16:44:06 GMT
Great chapter wolf , very entertaining.
Dang, i like this Mean Bietch.
Thanks Frank!
I was a little worried you might be disappointed that she wasnât a mule anymore. đ
Donât fret none, thereâs more fun with equineS later on. đ Keep an eye out for a âMedicine Hat Ponyâ. Theyâre a kind of Paint pony, with âspecific markingsâ. đđ⌠(Dang, canât post a link to a pic. ) 
I'll google it, wolfie.
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Post by wolf on May 1, 2023 16:48:06 GMT
Okay, good.
Thanks Frank!
I was a little worried you might be disappointed that she wasnât a mule anymore. đ
Donât fret none, thereâs more fun with equineS later on. đ Keep an eye out for a âMedicine Hat Ponyâ. Theyâre a kind of Paint pony, with âspecific markingsâ. đđ⌠(Dang, canât post a link to a pic. )
I'll google it, wolfie.
Hmm, don't know why the pic doesn't show up. It was just a link. I still canât post gifs and pics on the iPhone. I have tried and tried, nothing shows up. Something must not be compatible with pro boards or something? âŚ.maybe thatâs why Panda always posted attachments, he ALWAYS used a phone. |
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Post by osnafrank on May 1, 2023 17:01:02 GMT
I'll google it, wolfie.
Hmm, don't know why the pic doesn't show up. It was just a link. I still canât post gifs and pics on the iPhone. I have tried and tried, nothing shows up. Something must not be compatible with pro boards or something? âŚ.maybe thatâs why Panda always posted attachments, he ALWAYS used a phone.
I don't know anything about iPhones.
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Post by wolf on May 1, 2023 17:04:34 GMT
It was just a link. I still canât post gifs and pics on the iPhone. I have tried and tried, nothing shows up. Something must not be compatible with pro boards or something? âŚ.maybe thatâs why Panda always posted attachments, he ALWAYS used a phone.
I don't know anything about iPhones.
Iâve been figuring things out with the phone. Iâm not AS âagainst themâ as I used to be, lol. Got the âcopy and pasteâ down good. Finally. |
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