Nobody at the RENAISSANCE FAIRE told me I’m too fat to ride a horse.
In fact, on the PIRATE SHIP RIDE, my VAST AMOUNT OF GIRL POWER (and upper body strength) made our pirate ship go WAY HIGHER than the guy next to us’s pirate ship. I kept looking over at the dad in the next ship over, and saying: “DUDE! YOU’RE GETTING BEATEN BY A **GIRL**!!!”, and his son, who was Lord High Dink of Dinkus Mountain while in lineup, was saying, “DAD! GO FASTER!!!”.
AND I had TWO kids in *my* pirate ship.
Take my girl power and shove your trail rides in your arse-bung, you bow-legged cowboy wannabe;
I bet you have to pay people to say nice things to you.