I’m not a horse yet, but here’s things I will do if I become one.
- Jump and frolic in hay.
- JSmoke cigarettes and not get addicted.
- Run faster than Aaron, my cousin who is two years younger than I am but faster somehow.
- Break into a food truck and just stand there until the owner comes.
- Smoke cigarettes and blow them right in Aaron’s face, but no one can do anything because I am a horse.
- Buy alcohol legally and then don’t share any with Aaron.
- Run at one horsepower.
- Visit Seaworld drunk, but Aar-
on has to stay home because he sucks.
- Finally vote.
- Get a ketamine prescription.
- Buy milk legally, then drink it right in front of Aaron, because he has a severe milk allergy. Not just lactose intolerance—like he’ll straight up die.
- Bite a baby.
- Have a way bigger penis than my cousin Aaron, right?
- Fight in a war by running up to the bad guys and beating the shit out of them with my hooves.
- Stand right in front of Aaron, with his head sort of at leg level, and then kick him with both of my back legs real hard right in the skull.
- Gallop directly toward a group of old people and then stop right before I hit them