I have been checking out my alter ego and while I have nothing against ponies, this pony seems to offer "services" that seem vaguely distasteful. The pony offers different "packages" [quotes not mine] depending on one's needs, and suggests that it really LOVES TO PARTY. All night? Or just for an hour? Either way!
I am going to hell for those comments. That pony brings love and joy to kids everywhere.
I wanted a pony. I never got one. I'm still mad about it. I never even got a pony to come to my birthday party! All I got, for my Halloween birthday, was a brother-in-law dressed as a monster and my friend Molly Ishler (yes, sister of Anne!) to lie in a faux coffin (really a trunk) with white face makeup. I had just had knee surgery and was reduced to sitting at a table and inducing wee guests to dip their hands in cooked spaghetti (brains!) and peeled grapes (eyeballs!) with my gimpy leg stuck out before me to trip the unwary. I did not get to offer my little friends any special, customized "packages" or "rides" courtesy of a sweet lil' pony.
I like ponies!
And how did I get the name for this blog, one wonders? OK, OK, so I had a Pony Club and styled myself as Pony O (my former surname initial) and this went on until I was FOURTEEN years old. All is revealed. I also played with dolls until the same age. More is revealed. I also...never mind, I'll leave off. I have some dignity.
Of course, the classic
pony reference> came from Seinfeld.
But the thing that really burns me is that the OTHER party pony has a logo...a smarmy little pony with a feckless little smile. I want a logo, too! Anyone who wants to draw one for me is invited to enter my contest. All submissions become the property of ME and any entity to which I assign the rights. Contest ends when I have found just the right logo, even if I have to draw it myself, with its spindleshanks legs and bed-head mane and cock-eyes.
I said a dirty word.