Name: Anonymous 2007-08-16 15:04 ID:6VlwTOSG
So anyways I'm back from Mexico and the best part of it by far was the ponies. I even had a pony that I rode around everyday and it was pretty fun for a while. That is until he started acting up. He just wasn't the same anymore and started acting funny. This really became apparent when after a long ride he started sneezing uncontrollably and seizing up on the floor, but I just left him alone and thought he would get over it by the morning. So I went to bed and as I looked at my bedroom window I saw my little cousin (who's not more than 8) go enter the stable. Given my ponies weird behavior lately I didn't think it was safe for her to go alone and I grabbed my uncle's shotgun and proceeded to go to the stable.
Before entering I heard my pony neigh very hoarsely (haha! Get?!) and kick around wildly. Even before I entered the stable I knew what I would have to do. I raised up the shotgun at the ready and pushed opened the door. There are very few times in life when I openly admit that I'm scared (on account of my big package and all) and this was one of them and reasonably so. My cousin was face-to-face with the crazed pony and gently stroking his nose and I knew I couldn't put him down in front of her unless I absolutely had to.
"Get away from him Esmeralda! He's not the same pony you think he is" I yelled.
"You fucking loser what are you talking about. He's fine. He just has a little cold" she replied. Needless to say I was pissed. She called me a loser and I'll be damned if I'm gonna take that from an 8-year-old. I took aim at his face and squeezed the trigger causing his head to explode inches from my cousin's face. She was absolutely petrified to say the least. The rest of my family heard the blast and ran to the stable and saw a really ugly scene. There was a faceless pony, my cousin covered in blood spatter, and me holding the shotgun. I quickly explained that the pony had rabies and was going to bite my cousin and luckily for me she was too traumatized to say otherwise. My hand was really shaky and maybe I was a little bit in disbelief. My father noticed and came over to me.
"You did what you had to protect your cousin. Its okay" he said. I didn't move. "Don't tell me you're going to be a little bitch about it and cry now" he said and looked at me intently. I was pissed. I'll be damned if I'm gonna take that from a 40 something year old man. To show him how much of a man I was I walked over to the pony with a spoon and began to slowly eat him. I ate my pony in front of my traumatized cousin.
"I hate you! I fucking hate you!" she yelled at the top of her lungs and ran out of the room. I just smiled happily and kept on going with breakfast as usual and I'm pretty sure my cousin's going to kill me one day. Halps me 4chan!! What do i dooooooooo?!?!!!?!!!!
Before entering I heard my pony neigh very hoarsely (haha! Get?!) and kick around wildly. Even before I entered the stable I knew what I would have to do. I raised up the shotgun at the ready and pushed opened the door. There are very few times in life when I openly admit that I'm scared (on account of my big package and all) and this was one of them and reasonably so. My cousin was face-to-face with the crazed pony and gently stroking his nose and I knew I couldn't put him down in front of her unless I absolutely had to.
"Get away from him Esmeralda! He's not the same pony you think he is" I yelled.
"You fucking loser what are you talking about. He's fine. He just has a little cold" she replied. Needless to say I was pissed. She called me a loser and I'll be damned if I'm gonna take that from an 8-year-old. I took aim at his face and squeezed the trigger causing his head to explode inches from my cousin's face. She was absolutely petrified to say the least. The rest of my family heard the blast and ran to the stable and saw a really ugly scene. There was a faceless pony, my cousin covered in blood spatter, and me holding the shotgun. I quickly explained that the pony had rabies and was going to bite my cousin and luckily for me she was too traumatized to say otherwise. My hand was really shaky and maybe I was a little bit in disbelief. My father noticed and came over to me.
"You did what you had to protect your cousin. Its okay" he said. I didn't move. "Don't tell me you're going to be a little bitch about it and cry now" he said and looked at me intently. I was pissed. I'll be damned if I'm gonna take that from a 40 something year old man. To show him how much of a man I was I walked over to the pony with a spoon and began to slowly eat him. I ate my pony in front of my traumatized cousin.
"I hate you! I fucking hate you!" she yelled at the top of her lungs and ran out of the room. I just smiled happily and kept on going with breakfast as usual and I'm pretty sure my cousin's going to kill me one day. Halps me 4chan!! What do i dooooooooo?!?!!!?!!!!