>Spend the next 10 minutes trying to find Vodka and Gin. Remind them that Friday is All-They-Can-Eat Spaghetti Night. First spend ten minutes playing with Rum and Bourbon and cheer them up. >Come home to find Rum and Bourbon playing with a ball. You notice that while all four Ponies play well together, Gin and Vodka are always hugging each other. >Females, Rum and Bourbon, are asleep in a pile. >On way home, Vodka is hugging the other male, whom you think you’ll call Gin, on the back seat, both babbling about ‘Hugs’ and 'Funnehs’. >Figure when Spring rolls around, and breeding season starts, you’ll just keep the females indoors for the two-three weeks it takes. >Buy three more Ponies, another male, and two females. >Asks if ponies really do explode and/or die during sex and pregnancy. >Ask giant black man behind counter if you can adopt one or two ponies for Vodka as friends. >Little Vodka is waving like the damn Pope to the other ponies. >Drive for three hours to find a nice adoption center. >Decide that, working 6 days a week, you really do need another pony or two to keep little Vodka happy during the day. >After six months, the Fluffy Pony you adopted has been house-trained, can swim a little and is generally the only bright spot in your otherwise endless grind of a life.
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