There will be a lot to miss now that I am not a Clydesdale anymore.
-No more shoulder-checking frantic yuppies in the Atlanta airport.
-No more Tony Soprano/ Bernie Mac wardrobe
-No more lifting big weight at the gym
-Butter
I guess maybe that is it.
-Juancho
Butter; yes, welcome back to butter. It’s best slathered on your bacon.
No worries about being on the start line with Big Worm.
No more two hundred pounds of pressure in the shock pump.
No more nervous glances from the Lucy Ho’s buffet steward.
No more noble excuse for being slow.
or dressing so poorly. you say Bernie Mac, all I saw was Bel, Biv, Devoe!
That Butter’s P-O-I-S-O-N….
Clydesdales are known for their testy behavior.