Riding on the range

[Mister Obvious]

Me and my horse were camping out under a giant redwood tree in California and eating peyote buttons one balmy summer evening, pondering the mysteries of life and what-not, when he turned to me and said, " I wonder how Trix is doing."

I didn't know who Trix was at the time. This was a few years before we met. "Trix who?"

"Never mind. Forget about it,"

Awwwwwweeeeeee thouuuugggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!