Jessica Stover Dot Com

It was a wonderful day at Griffith Park so C.Sto and I decided to go horseback riding. I mounted my horse, Black Death. C.Sto rode Fruit Cake.	We started with an easy trot. C.Sto waved to the crowds.	"Hi everybody! Weeeeee!"	Then I put on some busted shades I found on a bench and flashed the international gang sign for "let’s race, fool." And it was on!	C.Sto punched Black Death--
I tried to block her...	Thwarted! Black Death bolted and bucked wildly as I hung on, knuckles white, face contorted in fear...	After recovering, I retaliated by using my mind to make Fruit Cake buck C.Sto off--	C.Sto lost her grip. Death was immanent... Victory mine…	Until she dodged danger by pulling off her famous two horse switcharoo.
And was able to jump to another horse. Where she mocked me by riding backwards.	She was too fast for me. (Dang!)	C.Sto growled at me, which obviously meant, "I’m kicking your ass at horse racing." This pissed me off. Majorly.	On we raced for miles, the music spurring Black Death and I on to victory...	It was over. Black Death and I had won the race and the respect of millions. And I had proven that I am awesome at horse racing. "BD, you’ll always be my favorite racehorse. (C.Sto sucks!)"