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Ball-bustin
P.: Ready?
C.: Readys I'll ever be, spose.
P.: Now you remember three things. One: you keep your hand in the loop, but you feel your heels leave the stirrups, you let go fast. Two: he bucks you hard in the crotch, you pinch your knees together tight as you can and just ride it out. Three: he throws you, you roll with your legs tucked up like I showed you and bounce up. Got it all?
C.: Think so, yep.
P.: You nervous?
C.: Oh, little.
P.: Your first rodeo ride, boy. You go get em.
C.: Yep.
P.: Go!
C.: Oof -- ugh -- armphb -- doh! -- urk -- phbbt -- thb -- ouch -- oh -- mmph -- ooph -- oof -- armphb -- ugh -- urk -- phbbt -- urk! -- whoa --
P.: You okay?
C.: Hi.
P.: Follow my finger.
C.: My brofur use to do that tuh me. Pull me finguh, he says, then he splodes in muh face, no, no, no, no.
P.: Heh. I said follow, not pull. Can you see my fingers?
C.: Ooh, sall so prettuh.
P.: We're gonna get you into the ambulance now, okay?
C.: Liiiiights.
P.: You didn't roll like I told you, you (censored).
C.: Ooh, yeah, roll me one, too, kay.
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