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cranberries (tieunis)
Short. One of the previously promised My Little Pony drabbles. Don't ask me how my brain comes up with this, I have no clue. Posted here instead of the usual place especially for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elynne and maladaptive and raventyde and all the other pony fanatics on my list.
I dated a girl in college who was into My Little Ponies.
Not my thing - even as a kid. I was more into digging too many holes in the backyard and hiding action figures in 'em and breaking dad's ankles. You know I did that once? Got grounded for half a summer. Wasn't my fault he wasn't paying attention where he was going. But yeah, the ponies came between us. Literally. She was in a sorority house - I forget which one, could've been I Felta Thigh for all I know, I don't pay attention to that shit. Her room was absolutely lousy with ponies.
They all had names like Coconut Swirl and Raspberry Slush and Lime Sorbet and Cranberry Banana Fudgemobile - or maybe that was the ice cream parlor down the block - or maybe it was mom's nail polish. They've all got the same kinds of names, you know. Flavours.
My parents got into a stupid argument when Sander and I were fifteen over car colours. Mom said they were the same kind of thing as nailpolish colours, and dad said they weren't, and off they were again. She didn't throw him out that time though.
I wasn't kidding when I said the ponies came between us. One morning I found one of those suckers in the small of my back. Rolled over, fell out of the bed, and this yellow plastic pony is just fuckin' staring at me with these glittery green things for eyes ... no way, man. That was it for the pony chick.
Those things are friggin' pointy.
elynne and maladaptive and raventyde and all the other pony fanatics on my list.I dated a girl in college who was into My Little Ponies.
Not my thing - even as a kid. I was more into digging too many holes in the backyard and hiding action figures in 'em and breaking dad's ankles. You know I did that once? Got grounded for half a summer. Wasn't my fault he wasn't paying attention where he was going. But yeah, the ponies came between us. Literally. She was in a sorority house - I forget which one, could've been I Felta Thigh for all I know, I don't pay attention to that shit. Her room was absolutely lousy with ponies.
They all had names like Coconut Swirl and Raspberry Slush and Lime Sorbet and Cranberry Banana Fudgemobile - or maybe that was the ice cream parlor down the block - or maybe it was mom's nail polish. They've all got the same kinds of names, you know. Flavours.
My parents got into a stupid argument when Sander and I were fifteen over car colours. Mom said they were the same kind of thing as nailpolish colours, and dad said they weren't, and off they were again. She didn't throw him out that time though.
I wasn't kidding when I said the ponies came between us. One morning I found one of those suckers in the small of my back. Rolled over, fell out of the bed, and this yellow plastic pony is just fuckin' staring at me with these glittery green things for eyes ... no way, man. That was it for the pony chick.
Those things are friggin' pointy.
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....Come to think of it, I'm sure any guy that comes over to my place would have the same problem with ponies. :o
Can't wait to get an apartment and get them out of my room, ehehehe.
I Felta Thigh, hee.
I approve!
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and yes, I Felta Thigh got me, too. hehehe.
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