Hello. My Name Is Mr. Lou
Alas, my fate. While my distant cousin Mr. Ed got pampered and treated like royalty I wound up belonging to a bunch of nuts in Southern Minnesota. Ed even got his own TV show. What did I get? Every year I get forced to dress up in some crazy outfit and ride around the Steele County Fair. Don't believe me? Well, take a look.
Man oh man, just when I'm ready to make a move on a sweet little filly at the fair, my owners do this to me. Instead of love all I get his laughter. Woe is me. Mr. Lou
I don't remember Dorothy having a horse. However, I consider myself lucky. Being forced to dress like a small dog like Toto would have pushed me over the edge.
This one wasn't too bad. At least I got by with just a feather in my mane.
So what do these people do during the day to come up with the idea I'd look good dressed as an airplane?
If I'm gonna be a horse that goes to the beach, they could of at least given me a thong or something. My whole rear is hanging out. Makes me feel so human.
I honestly can't remember what this was all about. Trust me, wearing a mask and covered in cotton balls ain't a pleasant feeling.
I look like I'm wearing a kilt.
I don't remember this one. Looks like I should be at a Viking game.
Is that a zebra on my back?