I Don’t Even Know What To Say

If there ever was a true BRO WTF moment, I just experienced it. I mean, how else can you explain this?

“Boney D and Rabbit come from rough parts of Brooklyn, places that could be unfavorably compared to the Wild West. You wouldn’t expect that they’d escape their environments at a rugged 25-acre ranch in nearby Queens, riding horses and hanging out with cowboys.”

You’re telling me there’s a 25 acre ranch in Queens? And that little black kids actually hop on the backs of horses and ride them around like they’re fucking bicycles. AND, that they actually let a kid walk around there calling himself “Boney D!?!” Guys, what the FUCK is going on?

“I was like, ‘Mama, mama, look, it’s a cowboy!’ And I’ve always wanted to be a cowboy. I watched Westerns. So we pull over, and we talked to him, and he told me to come on down to the stable,” Parrish said as he rode a thick black mare, Beauty, across the backside of the property. “Ever since I was at the stable, it’s been like I was at home, paradise.”

I’m so confused right now. Somebody has to be pulling my leg, or maybe my fiance dropped acid in my morning cereal. There’s no way this is real, and there’s definitely no Federation of Black Cowboys. That would be like a Ku Klux Black party, totally fucking ridiculous.

WTF!