And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Clint, and Mitt followed with him.
♪ Look at my horse, my horse is amazing… ♪
You’ve gotta ask yourself a question: “Is friendship magic?” Well, is it punk?
“Go ahead, make my deigh-eigh-eigh-eigh…”
“Just one thing: aim low.”
Well if you’re the sheriff, you better get these feet of the ground. Get 3 ponies ready.
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