Once upon a day there wasn't a horse that loved David's arm hair. Instead, he loved his giant swollen... ankles. And there was three blind caucasians. They postulated they had racist tendencies to jump away from Obama. Yellow people don't gallop wildly while doing crazy things. Unfortunately, yellow crack-whores can sell their bodies to Hellen Keller for hard candy when cold. When black people run away from the KKK because they couldn't find their toothbrushes, and their white sheets, they definitely frolic while eating green cucumbers. AND THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS, "Don't ya'll never frolic without yo' yellow pickles."