Ponies. Ponies, ponies, ponies, ponies, PONIESPONIESPONIESPONIESPONIESKILLKILLCRUSHSLASHSTABKILLDEVOUR!
I can't stand them. Going into my sister's apartment...they're everywhere. On the shelves. WATCHING YOU! With their empty hollow expressions and sinister symbols branded onto their asses. Open the wrong closest door, and you'll be ambushed by even more...why did my brother-in-law ever marry her? And she makes more of them...customizes them...yes, she's one of
those people. They must be stopped...she must be stopped...and I have to stop her. :flame:
The only positive thing is that I'm allowed to do whatever I want to the ponies that don't come out well. Whatever. I. Want. :shifty:
My little pony,
Skinny and boney,
Flies through the air
Like a piece of baloney...
:whistling:
The song is supposed to go:
My little pony,
Skinny and bony,
Time to send her
To the glue factory...