I like to walk along the cake walk. It reminds me of when I was a youngster. That was back when you could wet your pants and people wouldn’t be angry about you getting wasted. It just doesn’t matter anymore. I hate not being a kid.
Jacie
the dog trotted over to it’s owner, begging for a treat. the owner obliged, giving it some dog biscuits. haha. foxtrot. oh teehee. trot is a silly word.
Sam
horses running along the field with a rider on board. fast fast fast. yet not a canter… orderly and fun winning the competition the horse keeps on moving. legs spinning high up in the air. right left right left. bounce bounce bounce.
Tam
a way of skipping, moving. “i trotted down the lane, oh so cheerfully.”
olivia
The horse trotted through the forest yesterday as the rain poured down.
dc
trot along my hot sun and then you will find a horse to trot with you you are a great little hot to trot mama,. i want my mom as a matter of act, where is my mama. i want to trot along the wastern border of a face and then just tell it to stop or else i will trot all over its heart. i dont know what im saying but im staring at my socks while i type maniacally is that even a word i dunno. but i
lolae
my horse trots alot.
chauney mcatee
i think that it would be kind of cool. This fucking trot. al you do is trot trot trot alld ay long. I think that you should quit fucking trotting. I think that it sucks that I’m haveing to tell you to do this. I think that I want you to just stop trotttinnnggg please. I htink that i should stop thinking so much.. I think that I should start to do the things that I know are right and qiut messing around I thinki that thiat is terrible and I want to be a better person
Anonymous
Horses have four speeds at which they move: trot, canter, gallop and something stuck in there in between. Trot is faster than a saunter, slower than a brisk pace.
defined
as I trot thru the fields,
I wonder…
Am I the flower that will get picked to bloom
or will I be left to wither away?
MonicaStar
hot to trot. frocks and flutters. trippity trot. frills and frippery. bridles and bits. bubbles and sunshine
sarah
horse slow gallop through a pasture. a slow at ease pace. between skipping and walking.
beth
once upon a time i was went to on horse
saif
Horses raring to go, frisky, ready to tear but restraining themselves. Fall is in the air and everyone is glad the summer heat is gone gone gone.
Anonymous
Trot? Really? What a waste.
Jackie.
I see the horses running, the are aligned perfectly. I wish to be one. I wish to experience the breeze at that speed, I wish to be that care free. They have such grace, I envy it. Oh to be a horse.
Taylor
trot. skip jump to my heart
don’t care how you get here
just cum
zesty williamson
i trot. watch my hot little hips switch back and forth as a gallop ‘cross your imagination. left. right. left. right. you’re taken in by the thoughts of what you might do if given half the chance. trollop, i am. and you love it. well aware that the intensity would be far less delicious were i not.
trotter
ghkb ji k
Anonymous
Trot? why trot when you can run? I guess a trot is ok sometimes because you don’t go too fast and you don’t go too slow. it is the path of moderation that you take, so you can’t really be wrong. you can trot anywhere. You could trot forever and never get tired. Always moving, always going somewhere. Why run? what’s the hurry?
Anthony
She trotted along the empty hallway, peering into each classroom as she went. There was no way to know where in the school he was; no way to shorten her frantic search. She had to keep moving methodically, but she couldn’t sprint like she wanted – she couldn’t afford to miss him.
Tassel
I love horses I like to ride them usly I do camps in camp all you can do is walk! I like to trot troting is just like walking but you go faster! Well I got to go ride my horse! I can’t wait to trot!!!!
Katherine
walk pace canter poo fast slow gallop horse quickly
Anonymous
I’ve know trot,
I know cot,
I know lot, and lot, and lot.
But you can jot, you can pot, you can cot and sot and lot.
Maureen
to move slowly and waste energy by not moving very fast, kinda pompus and dicklike is a trot. my girl says gallop like a horse does, humans do not trot unless its trot nixion from mlb. yankees suck, this website sucks. fuck off trot
charles
trotting like a horse,
trotting like a dog,
trotting like a lady.
What’s it all about?
Maureen
He trotted along on his chestnut mare happily, content with what he had done. Others saw him as a murderer, but he knew with the assassinations he committed, he was helping to free them from the evil deeds of their selfish rulers.
Anonymous
jj
Anonymous
The horse rode at a nice trot. I don’t know anything about horses. To me a horse trot is frightening. Personally, I prefer to walk. A quick walk. But a trot is too fast. Even on my own 2 legs.
rr29
I like to trot away from bullshit
Cj
i love horses. theyre so massive and majestic. plus theyve got HUGE dicks!
pajamagirl
I was trotting down the street one day and I saw a friend of mine walking the other way. His name was George. He had blonde hair and black eyes. At first I thought he was Satan, you know, the devil? But I always get those two mixed up. You see, George is a scary kind of fellow. He don’t get much sun, but when he does, he looks evil as shit!
Dwight
the horse trots, pooing is having the trots srot backwards black horses trot British to say trots rhymes with rots gots to have snots my boy like horsey rides a lots
paul archer in Lakefield
the horse trots, pooing is having the trots srot backwards black horses trot British to say trots ryhmes with rots gots to have snots my boy like horsy rides a lots
Anonymous
The horse began to trot briskly as they neared the castle, as if even from a mile away he could smell the fresh oats and hot mash waiting for him.
The rider smiled at his steed’s eagerness. The thought of his wife, stirring a pot of stew, waiting for him brought him pleasure. In a few minutes, his children would be exclaiming over the trinkets he had brought them.
He kicked the horse into a gallop. A trot wasn’t fast enough for getting home.
Arin
horses..trotting through autumn leaves. blinders and carriages through central park…cold blustery air…a lover at your side…hot cocoa…the clip clop of hooves…shadows dancing in and out of dim street lamps…lust and love
Holly
fuck
bob doll
trot
Anonymous
We started at a slow crawl, sometimes not moving at all. We’d drag ourselves a few feet and then collapse, in a pile of our own indecision. But then something happened. A spark. A realization. A something. And then we picked ourselves up, got on our feet, started speed walking, trotting, jogging… and now…. who knows how far and how fast we’ll move.
tina
let’s go for a trot! he said to her, and she laughed at his terminology. She had never thought of what she did as “trotting”, always “running”. She liked the sound of it, however. It was somehow more light-hearted and playful, subtracting a great deal of the intimidation of exercise that usually existed in her mind.
I like to walk along the cake walk. It reminds me of when I was a youngster. That was back when you could wet your pants and people wouldn’t be angry about you getting wasted. It just doesn’t matter anymore. I hate not being a kid.
the dog trotted over to it’s owner, begging for a treat. the owner obliged, giving it some dog biscuits. haha. foxtrot. oh teehee. trot is a silly word.
horses running along the field with a rider on board. fast fast fast. yet not a canter… orderly and fun winning the competition the horse keeps on moving. legs spinning high up in the air. right left right left. bounce bounce bounce.
a way of skipping, moving. “i trotted down the lane, oh so cheerfully.”
The horse trotted through the forest yesterday as the rain poured down.
trot along my hot sun and then you will find a horse to trot with you you are a great little hot to trot mama,. i want my mom as a matter of act, where is my mama. i want to trot along the wastern border of a face and then just tell it to stop or else i will trot all over its heart. i dont know what im saying but im staring at my socks while i type maniacally is that even a word i dunno. but i
my horse trots alot.
i think that it would be kind of cool. This fucking trot. al you do is trot trot trot alld ay long. I think that you should quit fucking trotting. I think that it sucks that I’m haveing to tell you to do this. I think that I want you to just stop trotttinnnggg please. I htink that i should stop thinking so much.. I think that I should start to do the things that I know are right and qiut messing around I thinki that thiat is terrible and I want to be a better person
Horses have four speeds at which they move: trot, canter, gallop and something stuck in there in between. Trot is faster than a saunter, slower than a brisk pace.
as I trot thru the fields,
I wonder…
Am I the flower that will get picked to bloom
or will I be left to wither away?
hot to trot. frocks and flutters. trippity trot. frills and frippery. bridles and bits. bubbles and sunshine
horse slow gallop through a pasture. a slow at ease pace. between skipping and walking.
once upon a time i was went to on horse
Horses raring to go, frisky, ready to tear but restraining themselves. Fall is in the air and everyone is glad the summer heat is gone gone gone.
Trot? Really? What a waste.
I see the horses running, the are aligned perfectly. I wish to be one. I wish to experience the breeze at that speed, I wish to be that care free. They have such grace, I envy it. Oh to be a horse.
trot. skip jump to my heart
don’t care how you get here
just cum
i trot. watch my hot little hips switch back and forth as a gallop ‘cross your imagination. left. right. left. right. you’re taken in by the thoughts of what you might do if given half the chance. trollop, i am. and you love it. well aware that the intensity would be far less delicious were i not.
ghkb ji k
Trot? why trot when you can run? I guess a trot is ok sometimes because you don’t go too fast and you don’t go too slow. it is the path of moderation that you take, so you can’t really be wrong. you can trot anywhere. You could trot forever and never get tired. Always moving, always going somewhere. Why run? what’s the hurry?
She trotted along the empty hallway, peering into each classroom as she went. There was no way to know where in the school he was; no way to shorten her frantic search. She had to keep moving methodically, but she couldn’t sprint like she wanted – she couldn’t afford to miss him.
I love horses I like to ride them usly I do camps in camp all you can do is walk! I like to trot troting is just like walking but you go faster! Well I got to go ride my horse! I can’t wait to trot!!!!
walk pace canter poo fast slow gallop horse quickly
I’ve know trot,
I know cot,
I know lot, and lot, and lot.
But you can jot, you can pot, you can cot and sot and lot.
to move slowly and waste energy by not moving very fast, kinda pompus and dicklike is a trot. my girl says gallop like a horse does, humans do not trot unless its trot nixion from mlb. yankees suck, this website sucks. fuck off trot
trotting like a horse,
trotting like a dog,
trotting like a lady.
What’s it all about?
He trotted along on his chestnut mare happily, content with what he had done. Others saw him as a murderer, but he knew with the assassinations he committed, he was helping to free them from the evil deeds of their selfish rulers.
jj
The horse rode at a nice trot. I don’t know anything about horses. To me a horse trot is frightening. Personally, I prefer to walk. A quick walk. But a trot is too fast. Even on my own 2 legs.
I like to trot away from bullshit
i love horses. theyre so massive and majestic. plus theyve got HUGE dicks!
I was trotting down the street one day and I saw a friend of mine walking the other way. His name was George. He had blonde hair and black eyes. At first I thought he was Satan, you know, the devil? But I always get those two mixed up. You see, George is a scary kind of fellow. He don’t get much sun, but when he does, he looks evil as shit!
the horse trots, pooing is having the trots srot backwards black horses trot British to say trots rhymes with rots gots to have snots my boy like horsey rides a lots
the horse trots, pooing is having the trots srot backwards black horses trot British to say trots ryhmes with rots gots to have snots my boy like horsy rides a lots
The horse began to trot briskly as they neared the castle, as if even from a mile away he could smell the fresh oats and hot mash waiting for him.
The rider smiled at his steed’s eagerness. The thought of his wife, stirring a pot of stew, waiting for him brought him pleasure. In a few minutes, his children would be exclaiming over the trinkets he had brought them.
He kicked the horse into a gallop. A trot wasn’t fast enough for getting home.
horses..trotting through autumn leaves. blinders and carriages through central park…cold blustery air…a lover at your side…hot cocoa…the clip clop of hooves…shadows dancing in and out of dim street lamps…lust and love
fuck
trot
We started at a slow crawl, sometimes not moving at all. We’d drag ourselves a few feet and then collapse, in a pile of our own indecision. But then something happened. A spark. A realization. A something. And then we picked ourselves up, got on our feet, started speed walking, trotting, jogging… and now…. who knows how far and how fast we’ll move.
let’s go for a trot! he said to her, and she laughed at his terminology. She had never thought of what she did as “trotting”, always “running”. She liked the sound of it, however. It was somehow more light-hearted and playful, subtracting a great deal of the intimidation of exercise that usually existed in her mind.