Weird Pony Confessions

This thread certainly went places :tongue:
 
Right off the rails lol
 
"Confessions of a pony addict"

I picture black a white documentary style with the glitchy interviews.

Here's my pony confession. I got a pony today and it didn't make me feel happier. I cried. Then went and talked to my ponies about the new friends that are on their way here.
 
Sometimes even ponies can't cure what ails us sadly. Sending you big hugs, Tak!

Here's a confession to get me back on track... I have only one shelf of ponies out. They're a mish mash of MLP, fakies, small plushes that ended up there for reasons unknown and a few action figures. When I go to the bathroom at night, I sometimes smack into the shelf and hit folks, so I then have to kiss everyone involved snoots so they'll forgive me.

I haven't woken up dead yet, so I think it works.
 
When I was little, I used to take Sweet Pop with me when the ice cream truck came to help choose.


I also loved sitting out under the street lamps with my twinkle eyes and turn them this way n that, so their eyes would catch the light. Ahh to be young and be able to play outside till dark again. :satisfied:
 
Does "Creating an exhaustive pictorial checklist of almost the entire US G1 line (plus a couple UK releases) after catching yourself shopping for a pony you already have" count as weird?
Dependings on the amount of time that takes up and if you are putting other responsibilities aside...
 
When I was little, I used to take Sweet Pop with me when the ice cream truck came to help choose.


I also loved sitting out under the street lamps with my twinkle eyes and turn them this way n that, so their eyes would catch the light. Ahh to be young and be able to play outside till dark again. :satisfied:

Oh, that paints such a sweet mental picture! I can just imagine adorable little LaW, picking out some yums with her pony buddy! <3
 
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