What do I need Fitzey for anyway , he can go back to his ole' fishwife Missus for all I care. I bet she is not wearing a mini leather skirt like me, dowdy old thing. And that Molly, what a dullard she was, he would never have known if we took a wee trot to the Pavilion, she might have had some cage action if she played her cards right with me as her Wing Man. But oh no, she could not leave her post! Lame, that's what I say it is, lame! They can have each other for all I care. I bet the wee ponies are way more fun, shame they are too small to ride.
I would love to steal one, do you think anyone would even notice? Paris Hilton has her wee doggy and I can have my wee horsey. I'm taking one Shhhhh .... Those critters inside are too drunk to notice anyway.
I must have a mini pony, my life is no longer complete.
Aaawww, they are so cute.
Ok so maybe I am rambling a bit but once I make up my mind, that is it. I was not to be snubbed by Molly one second longer.
I leaned over the wall to the mini ponies quickly scoping out the scene to make sure no one was looking.
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